All this time I've been suffering, crying, destroying myself
to beg God to return him to me.
I've beaten myself up about everything,
I've called myself names,
I've slowly convinced myself that I am nothing.
People around me tell me things like:
you're beautiful
you're smart
you're kind.
But I never believe them and I know why.
Because no one knows me.
No one knows me like he knows me.
He knows everything and anything about me,
And so when he compliments me and tells me,
"You're awesome, smart, beautiful, strong, brave, and kind,"
I believe him, because he is the only one who knows me.

And now I've realized that everything that I've wanted to hear from him
has already been said to me by him.
I will love him forever and always.
He will always hold a special place in my heart.
Always.

And now I just have to pick my head up,
if not for me
than for him.
I would do anything for him.
Because, I love him.