Love

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 realize 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.