Isn't it arresting how your heart skips a beat at the most unassuming things. How you think that happy people are the bravest and strength is also weakness in its heightened form. You always knew that all that fear, anxiety, worry and inadequacy could be very well trapped in a person and engulfed whole, eagerly contained in a frame waiting to be unleashed in the most beautiful combustion. Love, they call it?
But I don't want you to be happy. Not for the world if that's what you aim for.
I want you to be happy, because you are.
Not because the world has thrown
this warped preference at your feet,
begging for some recognition.
I want you to be happy,
because you deserve every ounce of it.
You deserve flowers,
a kind word of encouragement or a kiss on the cheek.
You deserve that pat on your back,
the nod of approval and the admiring glance of a stranger.
You deserve to be loved.
Over and over again.
And when the world wraps its delusion around you
Tell them that I got your back
Always.
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