Worry

When a relationship fails, I think that often one of the most profound fears we have is that we’re unlovable. That our flaws are too great. That we are somehow not deserving of love because we have them. Or that the love we’ve lost or left, however imperfect, was the best we will ever have the opportunity of experiencing.

I worry… all the time. I worry I give too much. I worry I’m selfish. I worry I care too much. I worry I’m heartless. My life has been a constant seesaw of worries. But I hold on to the hope that someday, someone will see that my worries stem from a great desire to be good. To love… and live – fully. Even (especially) if that someone is… me.