Love thyself.

I have always had this

overwhelming feeling of

needing to be loved.

It’s a deep longing that

my heart has harboured

since I was a child.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,

a lot of wondering

if maybe I need too much…

Do I ask too much of those who love me?

Because I want so much.

So very much.

I want a love that is

unconditional,

unequivocal,

unrelenting,

passionate,

maddening,

desperate,

full of depth

full of laughter.

I want the kind of love

that radiates through a person;

that when you look their eyes,

you can see their soul.

I want the kind of love

that rumbles to the very core

of the earth,

the kind of love

that stretches beyond

the confines of our galaxy.

I want the kind of love

that paints my life in shades of

glorious technicolour.

I want a love that consumes me.

But how can I yearn so desperately for

a love of such depth, yet

feel so terribly unworthy of it?

Why do I continue to believe

I don’t deserve this love?

The love I’ve spent my life yearning for?

Somehow, along the way,

I seem to have lost

the belief that I am worthy

of any such love.

It seems I need to learn to

love myself…

Because no one’s love will ever be enough

if I continue to believe

that I do not deserve it.

Where can I find this love for myself?

With such ferocity I need never doubt…

Somehow

I must make my peace

and fall in love

with myself, again.