You are loved.
Not for what you do
Not for pieces of you.
But for who you are
For how you are
For every scar
For every quality
And memory
That built you.
We all make choices in this life.
We chose to live for others.
We chose to live for ourselves.
We chose to take responsibility.
We chose to make excuses.
We chose our lives.
And sometimes,
choosing what is right is not the same as choosing what is easy.
You think you know what tomorrow brings. But it's hard to know what life really means. Especially when dreams get ripped at the seams. Today, tomorrow, yesterday. Love and light is the only way.
Dreams may die but hope will stay.