I don’t think you know this, but you are a cluster of all the good things. Like the feeling after you’ve done something that terrifies you. Or when your head finally hits the pillow after a long day.
I’m still learning that one bad day is not a bad life. I’m still learning that sometimes the idea of love disguises itself as real love.
And in the midst of a storm that screamed to you to seek shelter elsewhere, you ran blindly into my arms anyways.
I cannot wait for you to see a world where you recognize the love you have for yourself outweighs the love any boy could ever have for you.
I left because if I stayed, I would’ve never been able to look at myself in the mirror and be content.