Okay, look, I know that it was bad and it hurt, I know that sometimes it feels like it will always be like this, like no one cares about this pain, and like you don't deserve attention and love for yourself, no matter how bad it is. There were very dark times. Maybe they're still going on. Maybe you're at the bottom right now, deeper than ever, worse than ever, and you're all alone in there. But some morning you will wake up, drink your morning tea, listen to music and realize that for someone you are the most treasured person they have. And that you are to they what they is to you when you say, "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone." Because you feel it, too. You suddenly realize that you can evoke all these feelings in someone, that you evoke so much beauty in someone who means so lot for you, someone who you love so much that you want to cry, who is actually your soul. A person you won't be afraid to think of as "my soulmate" because — what if they don't think the same about you? No, you know that they're also sure that you've met before, that you've walked hand in hand through all your past lives, that you want to go through this one the same way. That they wants a future with you as much as you want future with they, and you don't need to be afraid that they won't share your romantic plans, because if you say "I want to live with you in a gothic manor on the edge of a dense forest" or "I want our house to be made of wood, and the roof is covered with moss, and there are apple trees in the yard", this person will say "me too". This person will say — well, or at least think — "I want to see your happy smile when we set up our old, rotten and dusty victorian haunted house, I want to see you drink tea from funny mugs with frogs and berries in our garden, wanna see how you grow heather in our flower beds, how you tend plants on our balcony, how peaceful your face is when you read in the next chair while I holding your hand; I want you to teach me how to understand herbs and distinguish between edible and poisonous mushrooms; I want to hear your soft melodious voice mingling with the whisper of the waves, while we are both on the beach, the white sand around us, and I'm lying on your lap, and you read the poems to me aloud." One day you will experience the deep, bright joy and satisfaction of knowing that someone really loves you just as much in return, and you are absolutely sure of it. Not because you deserve it, not because you were good enough, just because you are you. Despite all the hard times, dark thoughts and pain. One day it will get better.