i wonder if it’s futile, wishing and looking for love to come one day. I want to be so beautiful to my man that i will be enough for him. so that i don’t have to suffer agonizing over others. apparently i’m a hurt little lamb who pretends to be okay. did u know that’s why i hated all of them? because they remind me of hurt. that long deep scar that never healed. 

because to me, love is not having to compete…