He Is Not The Sun. You Are.

To an old, true and dear friend,

You are brilliant, albeit a little crazy from time to time but who isn’t. You love fiercely and with your whole heart, but you forget to love one very important person, yourself. Stop being so hard on yourself. You don’t deserve it.

Never let anyone else dictate how you feel about yourself. I understand this is a lot easier said than done but it is true, we accept the love we think we deserve, and you deserve a lot more than what you have been chasing. Of course, I will never know the way he made you feel, or the quiet moments you shared, only you will, but as your friend, I will always see the other side. The painful way you analyse everything you said and did, torturing your memory for clues on what you did wrong. The times he makes you feel worthy and then swiftly unworthy, often without cause, provocation or warning. I will always see the devastation your adoration of him brings and the ways in which you torment yourself to fit his ideal. But does he do the same for you?

He is not your beginning and end. He does not define your worth. He does not own you. You burn bright, you love deeply, and for years you have thought that to be a curse. You have time and time doused your own fire to please others, but as your friend, I’m asking you to stop. You are worthy, you are enough, and any man is lucky to love and be loved by you. Don’t darken your own sky to appease what you think others might want, you are the sun, and your sky shines brighter because of who you are.

I love you and I always will.

Take care, and be kind.

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