I posted this on my Facebook page, but I’d like to repost it here because I mean it. I mean it. I mean it.
I love you.
Surprised? Of course not.
You know how much I love you already, or at least I hope you do. It shouldn’t surprise you at all to know that I love you, but if you are surprised, please don’t be, because I do love you.
Before you let your self-doubts tell you that I’m lying, or that I don’t know you well enough to say whether or not I love you, let me tell you something:
Think of the worst thing you’ve ever done, the worst thought you’ve ever had, the most vile feeling, the deepest pain, and hold it up to the light. Now I want you to imagine I am looking right at it. Visualize me being in the room with you, and we’re both looking directly at the worst thing you can think of, the thing that makes you feel sad, ashamed, angry, that causes you self-loathing, and I want you to see me smile at you.
I love you.
For all of your faults. For all of your fears. For all of your sins. For everything you’ve ever done, or thought of doing, I still love you. I do not, cannot, WILL not hate you. I will not pretend you do not exist. You are here, you are real, and you matter to me.
If you think I exaggerate, or fill this white space with words I don’t back up with the full measure of my heart, I promise you it isn’t so. If you are filled with doubts because you think you are a monster, then I tell you that you never have been, you’re a human being, and you are worthy of love.
You are not alone.
You have an ally in me.
You have love and compassion from me.
Words do not do these thoughts and feeling justice. My words are woefully inadequate to express to you just how much I love you, and that you have nothing to fear or hide from in me.
I love the whole person that is you.
I love you.