It’s been awhile since I’ve written last, or since the last time that I’ve written.
Nobody reads this, and that used to bother me, but not anymore.
The older that I get my need for validation has grown obsolete. I think that validation and recognition are sicknesses. I suffered from them both.
Now I am comfortable saying that I can live my life free of fame or recognition. I am not the star of my life….
This love is not based on what I give You. Or what I have to give You. I guess that would be what’s so amazing about Your love. You sacrificed so much when I gave you nothing. Sometimes I feel like I’ve robbed You. If I’m honest I could’ve done way more. But this love isn’t interested in what I could do, or what I can do. It blows my mind that You have chosen to love me, just for me. Not as a result of, or by any certain circumstance. You just love me.