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You are beautiful. You are smart. You are funny. You are kind. You are unique. You are worthy of love and affection. You are never too much. And you are always enough. You are precious. You are a diamond, a rose, a pearl. The most stunning in all god’s creations. You are worth more than you could ever imagine. Worth more than the numbers on the scale, or the hair product you use, or the shoes you wear. More than how many girls wish they were you, or how many guys wish they had you. More than the price tags on your clothes, or the percentage at the top of your maths test, or even the amount of followers you have on twitter. Regardless of who you think you are, whether you model in a magazine, or you model pottery with grandma. Whether you’re on the hot list or the not list. Whether you’re head cheerleader, or a high school drop out. Whether you’re miss popular, or you’ve never had anyone you could call a friend. Whether you love yourself and love your life, or you cant stand to look in the mirror and you feel as if everything in your life is falling apart. Whether you’re such a winner, or you feel like your the worlds biggest failure. Regardless of who you think you are, the reality is you deserve someone who would give up there life for you because you are powerful and strong. And this is who you are. And any voice’s in your mind try and tell you differently are from the enemy. And the next time you hear it, this is what you say. “No. Not me. I am cherished, loved, adored, above all things. I am amazing”
I missed you so immensely that I didn’t know how to live a single day without feeling that emotion. But then one day I woke up and realized you were no longer the one. I didn’t crave your arms anymore, and oh my god I had never felt more free in my whole life.
I could write so much about you. How your skin feels against mine. The scent of your hair when you haven’t washed it in days. The way your lips look when they are dry or even just the taste of them when they aren’t. And how I never want to be with anybody else as long as I’m here, alive and breathing. But maybe these things say more about me than they do about you.
xxxx my god I love you
I don’t think you can help who you fall for. I really don’t believe anyone has such a specific type either. You can write out lists and list of what you want, but when someone walks into your life with brown eyes instead of blue and blonde hair instead of brunette, you’re not going to fuck that up for a list.
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