Love me. Love me. Love me… until I met you. Then I was Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you.
When I was younger all I could think about was someone loving me. Until I met the right person then I could only think about loving them. What I thought was selfish thoughts of being adorned. Real love isn’t selfish. All it can think about is loving others. I know what that is now. So much of my life is about trying with every fiber of my being to love another.