I recently rewatched Love, Simon, and once again, it hit me right in the heart. It’s one of those movies that feels so personal, even if my life doesn’t exactly mirror Simon’s. At its core, Love, Simon is a coming-of-age story about love, self-acceptance, and the terrifying yet liberating process of coming out. But beyond that, it’s a story about the universal desire to be seen, loved, and understood—something I deeply relate to.
Simon’s journey throughout the film is one of self-discovery. He navigates high school, friendships, family dynamics, and the fear of being exposed before he’s ready. He longs for connection, for someone who truly gets him. And when he finally finds it, it’s beautiful. Watching his story unfold, I can’t help but hope for my own version of that someday—for someone to see me, understand me, and love me just as I am.
There’s a scene toward the end of the movie that always stays with me: when Simon finally meets “Blue,” the anonymous classmate he’s been exchanging heartfelt messages with. The anticipation, the fear, and the relief when he’s met with acceptance—it’s a powerful moment. It reminds me that love is out there, that there’s someone for everyone, even if it doesn’t always feel like it.
I won’t lie—sometimes it’s hard not to wonder when or if I’ll find that kind of love. The kind where you don’t have to explain yourself, where you don’t have to fear rejection, where someone just chooses you. The kind that feels effortless yet deep, where you know you’re safe to be yourself completely. I think we all want that, and Love, Simon is such a beautiful reminder that it’s possible.
Until that day comes, I remind myself that love isn’t just about romance—it’s in friendships, in family, in the small moments of kindness we receive from the people in our lives. But still, I hold on to the hope that someday, someone will see me the way Simon’s Blue sees him. Someone who will love me not despite who I am, but because of it.
Maybe my love story hasn’t been written yet, but Love, Simon gives me hope that one day, it will be.
Martytalks Daliy 