I care about how much you love yourself. more than I do about how much you love me. I’ve hated parts of myself too. sat with them in silence, didn’t show them to anyone. and then you came and told me I was perfect. I knew I wasn’t, you knew I wasn’t, but you said it anyway. I don’t know why that landed the way it did. but it did. I’m not going anywhere. not because I have to stay, but because I’ve decided to. there’s something you’re still working through with yourself, and you haven’t finished it yet. you keep looking around, searching, and I watch you and I see something you haven’t seen yet. you have wings. you just haven’t stopped long enough to notice them. So finish the loop. look at everything. take your time with it. I’ll be here when you come back up for air. and when you’ve gone quiet inside and there’s nothing left to chase, you’ll look around, and I’ll still be standing there. I will have been there the whole time. That’s it. that’s the whole thing.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​