I apologize for not knowing how to love you. I am sorry for not wanting to try anymore, for not believing in your eyes and how differently they saw the world, your words that aren’t much, but mean so much more and your soul that will not give up. Instead, I chose to see what was easier for me to see. All the imperfections, the scars, the thinhs that shouldn’t mean much. I am sorry, because I am tired of defending you. I have in to knowing that you don’t deserve any kind of love, not even mine. I am sorry because I let them tell me what to think about you. I am sorry for trying to box you into what I want you to be, and when you show signs of weakness, I forget to tell you that it’s normal and that you don’t have to beat yourself up for it.
I wish I could understand that you get hurt more deeply because you love more madly, and there’s nothing wrong with that. I wish I could’ve told you that you shouldn’t be ashamed of loving yourself because you are a fighter in your own way. I wish I could make you believe that it’s okay to be you and that I love you for it.