To Love, to Be Loved
You will know because you will fall in love with them, and in love with yourself.
To love, to be loved.
Love is kind. Love is supportive. Love is caring. Love is honest. Love is faithful. Love is patient. Love is reassuring. Love is not easy, but love will continue to love even when love is most difficult. Love knows the difference between a mistake and a choice. Love is gentle. Love is committed. Love is happiness. Love needs time to itself sometimes. Love needs space to breathe. Love needs love to accept this. Love will accept this. Love is appreciative. Love is understanding. Love will hold you. Love will keep you warm. Love is the sun that shines through the curtains of the morning when you wake up having finally slept through an entire night. Love is that simplicity.
Waking up in the morning, everything felt better. I felt happier. I knew he was mine and I was his. He made me feel like the most beautiful person on Earth. I believed that he was the one. I thought that I knew what love was. I thought he was it.
But love is not hurtful. Love is not selfish. Love is not unnecessarily angry. Love is not controlling. Love is not manipulative. Love is not the silent treatment. Love is not degrading. Love is not a liar. Love is not a cheater. Love is not emotionally abusive. Love is not mentally abusive. Love is not physically abusive. Love is not pain. Love does not make you feel worthless. Love does not make you feel empty. Love does not make you sit alone in the dark on a cold bathroom floor at 2:56 AM ripping hair from your scalp and asking yourself why you aren't good enough.
I no longer sit. I no longer hide away in the corner of the room and let it happen to me. I no longer let him degrade me, belittle me, taunt me, lay his hands on me, spit on me, let me bleed. I am no longer awake sitting alone on a cold bathroom floor at 2:56 AM ripping my hair from my scalp and asking myself why I'm not good enough. I no longer try to convince myself that this is the love that I deserve or love at all.
Today I stand. I smile. I laugh. I brush my teeth and look up at my face in the mirror and not hate what I see. I sing along to my favourite songs. I dance in the shower and wonder why I ever stopped. I am free. I am as free as I ever have been and as free as I ever will be, because love does not consume you. Love is simple; and in love, you must never allow yourself to feel anything less like the sun that shines through the curtains.
You see,
I was never really his. You never really are theirs. And you are yours before you are anybody else's.
When you meet love, you will know.
You will know because you will fall in love with them,
and in love with yourself.
About the Creator
anonymous .
16 years old. loving myself even when they told me I couldn't.
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