“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”—Lisa Unger
And here is me, swallowing all my pride, admitting that I am afraid of what lies in the future and how aware I am of my inadequacy. I just want to be enough for myself. I want to be strong and brave enough to brace the storm.
She was breaking, but she held on tight. That’s how much she thinks of you, no matter how much she’s breaking, no matter how much pain you’re causing her, she’ll always find something good about you. That’s how much you matter to her.