For You, My Dearest Wendith |
Our intentions shine, but we repeat mistakes ...
we hurt ourselves ... we hurt others ...
Face it.
There are times when we find ourselves curled up in a ball on the floor wondering how we could be so stupid ... again.
Oh, my Dearest One, believe this ::: It IS a messy Life.
But it is my mess, your mess. I'm glad to have it.
..........................
You are worth it. Just the way you are.
You don't have to do anything, or be anything or
say anything to make me love you.
I already love you.
You are worth it.
Just the way you are.
SO MUCH LOVE GOES TO YOU.
EveryDay.
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