I fear myself because I can shut all that out. I can close the windows, choose a different floor, leave the person, kill the bugs, but I can’t leave myself. I cannot get away from my thoughts and my challenges internally.
I apologized for being me for a long time. Well, I gave that up, just like a bad habit.
You cry every single day, but you “love” them, so how can you leave? This is all part of the game.
I reread the same books that make me feel a million things, over and over again. I carry two around in my purse, just in case I have a second to stop and relive the words.
You saw through my faults, struggles, heartache, imperfections and found grace inside them. I fell in love with you, because I couldn’t wait to figure out who that person you were looking at, was.