I know how desperately you wish for love. The kind of love that will hold your hand as you drift off to sleep. The kind of love that will make you laugh and cry until your belly hurts. The kind of love that isn't easy but worth it. The kind of love that hurts but only because you fear of losing it. The kind of love that will give you hope even on your darkest of days. Your heart craves a love that will complete you—a love that will make you see the world in a different way. But this love that you've been searching for was really always within you. You were never incomplete. Loving yourself is holding your own hand while you shake with anxiety. It's laughing at your own jokes, even the bad ones (especially the bad ones). Loving yourself is crying until your heart heals. It's sitting through pain for your own personal growth. You see, loving yourself isn't easy, but it will be worth it.