We’ve all waited around for that one person, plucking at petals:“He loves me, he loves me not.” But why do we wait to be loved? Surely loving starts with loving yourself and knowing who you are. Without self-love we settle for any form of affection. We settle for kiss-covered lies. But why do we wait to be loved? For surely if you are to be loved in this world, you are to be loved wholly, fully, entirely and truly. And not in bits and pieces and shards and crumbs.
I want to be loved. Point. Blank. Period. But I know it starts with me.















