I have so much to be thankful for, and to be honest; I could not find any crack in my life that I am discontented with. I can’t. So why do I have this constant feeling that it is not enough? Why do I feel like there are greater things for me that I somehow cannot see? In the recesses of my heart there is a missing puzzle piece, and the thought that I might never discover it frightens me to my bones.
I also know I have flaws and there is always a way to be a better version of myself but that is not the point of this break. I do not want to nitpick my flaws because I do not want my significant other to nitpick my flaws. I want them to love these flaws and think they are funny quirks instead of flaws.