You see a messy past.
I see the journey that made you.
You see a shameful turn of events.
I see freedom from someone who didn't truly love you.
You see no set plans for your future and instability.
I see a blank canvas, waiting to be created.
You feel that you have a bad heart that I wouldn't like.
I can feel it beating strong when you embrace me.
You feel you are not enough.
I like you just the way you are.
You hear the overwhelmingly negative talk of those around you.
I hear it too. And couldn't care less what they say.
You don't think you deserve my love.
I love you.
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