It hurts me to see that you are hurting.
It hurts me to know that you think yourself less
than everything you actually and truly are.
It hurts me to know that you don’t see yourself
the way I see you.
It hurts me to watch you giving up on love.
This is why I revealed my secret to you,
to show you that—despite your conclusions telling you otherwise—
there is at least one person out there who cares about and for you,
who wouldn’t change a single thing about you,
and who thinks that you are beautiful
just as you are.
If you are going to let others define who you are,
don’t forget to take my definition into consideration.
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the secret isn't that you're hurt, but that you're in love. and that it is the same thing.
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