“Do you really love me? means, Will you accept me in process? Will you embrace what is different about me and applaud my efforts to become? Can I just be human, strong and vibrant some days, weak and frail on others? Will you love me even when I disappoint you?”
Someone else asked this. I want to answer. Some have already said no. They will not. Because they want to assume the worst about me. It makes it easier on them to look in the mirror in the morning or to not be disgusted by the truth about who they do love. On the other hand, to those who do love me, now, whether or not I make it, whether or not I succeed, to those who understand me and love me, thank you. For in loving me, I have been loved you too. And through us loving each other, you have given my life more meaning and depth. I have found joy in you. In the secret moments and quiet moments, I know that you are there. Thank you. I love you too.
~Kat Lyons
— http://simplicityamongchaos.tumblr.com/
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