It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit.
When my mother was thirty one she watched her father as he was lowered into the ground after years of finding sanctuary in a pack of Marlboro’s. I remember the night my neighbor drove his car straight into a telephone pole when he tried to swallow the pain with a shot or seven of vodka. My best friend’s sister stabbed herself with needles full of poison until her heart almost stopped and I watched her cry when she said all she wanted was more. I swore to myself that nothing would ever get me hooked, that I would never get myself addicted. But then I met you. And jesus, I got stuck on you. I wanted to breathe you into my lungs, to drink you until my head was dizzy, put you into my bloodstream. It wasn’t until you that I realized you can get addicted to people too.
By the way he
touched me, I
knew it would
hurt when he
I won’t beg someone to love me. I learned long ago that there is no use in hopeless pleas of trying to make someone stay. I am too good to chase someone who does not know my worth and I am too wild to keep waiting for someone who doesn’t acknowledge my value. I want to be loved unconditionally. I shouldn’t have to fight so hard for it. I do not have the time to prove to someone that I am worth it. I shouldn’t have to prove any of that; I am worth more than that.
The great hindrance in spiritual life is that we will look for big things to do. ‘Jesus took a towel…and began to wash the disciples feet.’