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I was curled up in my flowery bedding set, my laptop on my left side playing the beautiful artwork that is the adaptation of Stephen Chbosky’s novel ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’, when these few words rang out:“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
And they resonated again and again… and again.
We accept the love we think we deserve. We accept the love we think we deserve. We accept the love we think we deserve.
These words never quite made sense to me before that night. I could never really picture, concretize and substantialize them before you told me this: “I can’t really fathom why or how you can write such pretty things about me… I’m nothing.” And then it clicked. Chbosky’s words finally meant something.
And I felt sorry.
I am not sorry for feeling the way I do. I am only sorry that you thought you were unworthy of it. Of my attention, my affection, my support and encouragement. Of the sweet notes and the cute presents. Of my heart. Because you are. An infinity of times. You are worthy of it.
I am not sorry for putting words on feelings and ink on paper. I am only sorry to hear you say you were nothing. I am sorry that you thought you couldn’t be worth a universe. Because you are. Because everyone is. Everyone withholds an entire galaxy within his or her own soul. And so do you.
I am not sorry for any of it. I am only sorry you didn’t love yourself more. I am only sorry you didn’t want to believe how special and beautiful you are. And I want to tell you. I want to tell you how special and beautiful you are, because – given the way you think of yourself – I’m not sure anybody’s told you before.
You’re not worth how much money you have in your bank account; you’re worth how much love you have in your heart. And as far as I know, you’re one of the richest people I have ever met.
Love is everything. Love is all we need. Love is all you need. And it isn’t just the chorus of a Beatles’ song. If there is loving and caring, there is everything you need to get through absolutely anything. The rest is so vain, and everything but essential. If you think the parties, the fancy houses will make you happy, will make me happy, you’re a fool.
Take it from someone who loved and lost and bled to despair the loss of her everything. In the end, all that mattered was all that was left to give and take – all that mattered was love.
How I wish for you not only to see yourself through my eyes, but through my mind, my heart and my whole body too. And then maybe you’ll see what I see, you’ll feel what I feel; and then maybe, you’ll realise how wonderful you are. How precious you are. How lovable and special you are.
So I am not sorry for this being what it is, whatever it is. And I won’t be sorry for never giving up, for being stubborn, and for carrying on saying that you are worth an infinity of stars. Because you are.
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