Monday, November 24

when I felt loved

What would it be like to show the ugliest side of yourself to someone else? Or a group of someone elses? What would it be like to show that side of yourself, and rather than be rejected, dismissed, denied, you are accepted. Radical acceptance is love. In love.

I don't want to forget what this is like. To feel so whole and so loved. Not for anything that I've done, but in spite of it. I don't want to forget, because I don't want to ever be anything else to someone else.

1 comment:

4th grade teacher said...

Love you. :)