Day 2 — Something you love about yourself.
I’ve stared at this prompt for over an hour, wracking my brain for something that I love about myself. What a sad realization, that it’s still so hard for me to find something I love, and so difficult to narrow down the things I don’t. If I have to pick something, I keep coming back to one thing.
I love my beautifully broken, painfully flawed and blissfully ignorant, heart.
Regardless of the endless list of reasons to support it, I’ve never learned how to shut the damn thing off. I’ve been cheated on, lied to, ugh… the men I’ve loved have not been a nice bunch. It hasn’t darkened my spirit in the slightest. I refuse to let a bad day be interpreted as a bad life, even when the bad days start to become the norm.
I get hurt easily, but I love just the same. The high cost of feeling deeply regularly leaves a few fresh scars, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I was never meant for a mediocre love and I’d rather have nothing than something casual.
Because I’m a whole lot of magic in one smiling girl. No amount of heartbreak ever makes me abandon my reckless hope and undying faith in love. I make the world a better place to be when I love you, without an expectation in the world to receive the same.
It’s not always in my best interest, but I love that my heart refuses to go quietly into that dark night. I may have to duck tape the pieces back together at some point, because it’s been broken far more than is fair… but I’ll pick out the most beautiful, sparkly tape I can find.
What good is a heart if you don’t use it? Better to dent it a little than leave it collecting dust on a shelf. It’ll get broken again, but I’ve become pretty adept at fixing it, and life is too short to settle for anything less than mad, passionate love.