I Love Me

 So, maybe nobody loves me. Maybe nobody will ever love me. But maybe it’s not about being loved by somebody else. The one you loved didn’t love you back. or perhaps, they left saying you were too much or not enough for them. You loved them more than you ever loved yourself, and they broke your heart. It hurt. It hurt bloody too much. it was like bees stinging every part of your body for a long time.

Whenever you felt lonely, you loved people just to feel less alone. Often, you loved the wrong ones. Sometimes, you loved the ones who had said they would not stay. you loved all – because something was better than nothing. But as it is with all wounds, you got used to the pain. You got used to the absence of love. You became this person who stopped seeking love. you started growing up. You started doing things on your own. from going to the movies to going out for a walk, you started doing it all alone. And after a point, you started liking it, too. 

You don’t need someone to love you to get you through your days and nights. You’re enough. there, I said it. You’re someone who doesn’t need someone else to feel complete. Sure, it’s a good thing to have a companion, but you don’t have to force yourself to love someone. Maybe, it’s not about being loved by someone else but loving yourself. Maybe, it’s about putting yourself first, always.