Today, they said it twice. And they said it to me a week ago, too. It overwhelms me. And the amazing part? I know they aren't the only couple to feel that way!
I don't understand it. I completely appreciate it.
I know what it is to be unloved. To feel disposable. To be convinced that the world would be a better place if I would just kill myself (not to never have been born, but if I would just die--yes I had people convince me of this).
I know I am loved. I know unconditional love, from many. When I pause to think about it, and start to name names, I can't comprehend it. Why me? Why am I worthy or deserving of such love, from so many? Yeah, I'm needy, and insecure, but aren't others just as needy, or more so? Why do I get to steal all these hearts? What makes me so special?
These people don't have to participate in my life at all. Yet they spend hours on the phone, or with me in their homes, the send, spend and give…