Here's the thing,
I remember when I thought no one would ever. Love me.
How could they? I was afraid of being loved.
I felt unworthy because I "wasn't that great".
I felt like there was something wrong with people if they wanted me.
Did they have a past? Were they crazy? Up to no good? How could they want me?
It wasn't until I met this guy.
He was different. He saw me for being the goofy girl I seemed to be.
He allowed me to leave those thoughts and find joy in being liked.
Weeks turned into months and then years.
Now we are hunting for our first apartment!
I- the one who was "undesirable" have found a good one. And he's cute!
I can't believe it. Maybe it is true.
That you must suffer in order to understand and appreciate the pleasures in life.
And here's the thing...
I am loved.