Do I love you?
Then I will love you when you change your name, your expression of self, your shape, your very identity.
I will love you when you discover who you are and wear that like a brave badge of honor, especially when bravery is a heart-in-throat chokingly difficult thing to embody.
I will love you when you change your style, change your hair color, change your mind, change your preferences, change your favorite food.
I will love you because YOU have not changed: only the outward expression of you, which can only help me know you better.
I will love you when you don’t change.
I will love you when the best thing I can convey is that there is no need to be other than who you are right now in this moment.
If I love you, there are no strings attached.
If I love you, my ideas of you don’t — and can’t — supersede the reality of you.
Anything other than this is not love. It is fear.
This post originally published at rhiannoncahours.com