For One's Self

I think I have hurt myself more with the expectations that come with love than with love itself.

Don't you, too?

Do you not come home expecting a message telling you to rest after a long day?

Do you not stay up late sometimes, waiting for a phone call that is most likely not to come?

Do you not wish you could be the reason behind someone's smile, the way s/he is to you?

Do you not just wish for someone to love you?

Don't you?

As I keep on pondering, and as this list of "do you not"s keeps on getting longer, I think it's time I think about something else.

I think it's time I stop waiting.

I think it's time I start loving...

...myself.

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