I care more than I should for others. Even strangers. And while this isn’t necessarily a bad thing, I need to remind myself not to forget about the most important person in my life. Myself. I need to be taken care of sometimes. I deserve to be happy too, right? I mean, we all deserve to be happy.. so don’t forget about yourself when you’re so busy caught up in life.
Here’s to those who hold doors open for others, smile at strangers, and comprehend that everybody has ideas and feelings of their own too. Here’s to those that know that a simple act of kindness can change somebody’s day. Don’t forget about yourself. Realize that nobody else can make yourself happy possible except you. Because you deserve to be happy too.
Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.