This is a love poem to the person I hurt the most.
You are enough.
You are worthy.
You are clever and funny and beautiful.
You are so creative.
You are caring.
Your laughter brightens a room.
Remember this.
Remember this.
Remember this when you have your blue days.
Remember this when you find yourself crying and you don’t understand why.
Darling girl, remember you are loved even when you do not love yourself.
The Secret Life of Pandas 
WHAT a hanky-wringer! – of course it’s good but do I have totape off your door and pump a tanker of happy gas? I’ve a delicious cheesecake slice requiring a home in the belly too- unfortunately for you not being actually close this means i’ll very unhelpfully eat it for you and enjoy the heck out of it but send you used smiles of delight?? 😀
Poignant… Print it out, hang it up, read it every day. (hug)
What ⬆️ iampeacenow said!
This. ❤
There is an amnesia that comes over me on those blue days. I don't know why, or why I trip myself up when things are going well. I am more comfortable these days with not knowing.
You seem to have something loosening up lately. It is lovely to see.
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