We spend our lives yearning for Love. Look for the feeling that we belong to someone somewhere. Try hard and fight ugly to ensure that we have that someone to comfort us, someone to hug us when we feel low, someone to give us a shoulder when tears threaten to wet our lashes, someone who lets us put our head in their lap just to feel safe and fall asleep while acting aloof to the world; the world beyond this haven we build for ourselves. But is it worth going through all the pain in bargain for those few moments of blissful belonging? Is it foolish of us to forget that we love ourselves as much as anyone else could ever love us, and infact always more; And are just looking for an affirmation to our own belief, that the little bundle of imperfections that we are, is still likeable and perhaps even loveable by the world too and not just ourselves?
Happy be I to see before it was all over,
To have seen myself thru the eyes of a lover...
Happy to see that everything was perfect and fine,
Happier still to know that the eyes be mine...
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