Have you ever loved someone?
I'm sure you have. In one way or another, you have loved someone. Or something. Or you're a psychopath. All of which are options; I'm just trying to be inclusive.
I've loved people lots of different ways. Some people I loved enough to not date. Others I loved too much to date. Some people I loved enough to let go. Others I loved so much I couldn't let go.
But you know what the hardest kind of love is?
(This is the part where you GUESS).
But you're not going to guess. You're going to keep mindlessly reading. So I'll give you a little text-room to think.
The past week has been filled with more disappointment, wreckage, damage, insanity, and tears than I care to remember...but it has also held more hope than I have had in years. That's the way it works, you know. Balance. Breathe. Life will come and life will go and at the end of the day you have to live with yourself.
Ok you had better have guessed by now.
The hardest kind of love is to love yourself. But you had better do it.
