What if?
Today I cannot help but feel very small and timid and afraid. I am afraid that I am failing at something I can't even name. I’m afraid that I am made up only of flaws. I am terrified that my love, at its core, can only hurt.
What if I don't deserve to love and be loved?
But what if I am loved deeply and completely? What if I am seen and remembered for the fact that I am loving? What if I am known for bringing Capri Suns to my friends on the days they’re feeling sad? What if they talk about my sweet long hugs and the way that I am always ready to listen? What if my chosen name is an accurate portrayal of my influence on the world around me? What if I am an evening star in the darkness of their day?
What if I am trying my very best, and at my core, I am a kind and loving being,
who exudes kindness and gentleness and love?
What if I was born to love and fall in love with my friends?
What if I was born to learn to love myself?
What if I keep on living to find the love that I don’t yet know?