People never knew what each and everyone is going through. The only thing that we know is that we are all in pain. The worst part, people compare. My struggles versus yours...
I still love my love even if it is a scattered piece of shit. This shit makes me who I am.
This shit makes me stronger and a better person. No one loves me today, for they negatively think about my perspective in life. But that doesn't make me less of a person. I am who I am. Someday, when everything else falls into its righteous place, the right man will come.
He will accept my past. And everything that I've gone through. He'll understand why I became so harsh on myself, why I love myself less.
He will live with me in my present. He'll make memories with me. He will not change the past but will add up to the happy things that was there. He'll love me for who I am.
He will be my future. For he believes that with me, life begins and ends happily. He will be there for he knows and feels that we really are meant for each other. He will continuously become the cause of my happiness, for I am the cause of his existence.
My life is a scattered piece of shit, but I still love it. And somehow, someone is loving me, the way I go through it.
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