Baby girl, why don’t you feel “pretty enough” for him? You shouldn’t be the one putting negative thoughts within your precious emerald mind, when you could be replacing negative thoughts with positive ones and you don’t need to be “pretty enough” for a guy who won’t appreciate you for the beauty YOU ALREADY HAVE! If he isn’t paying attention to the way your eyes twinkle in the moonlit sky with the stars appraising your heavenly, gorgeous and ravishing skin that glows with delight, baby girl your god damn beautiful skin puts the entire galaxy to shame.
So what if he’s “beautiful”? You’re the embodiment of an angelic form, you were descended from the heavens to bless peoples lives with your marvellous life just by simply breathing and existing, not to put yourself down and you’re so fucking much more than what you seem to be because you’re so used to you features. But repeat to yourself how you’re beautiful, over and over again until you believe it and feel confident enough that everyone in the entire world will see your true beauty gleaming from within.
Being in-love is a beautiful thing but unrequited love is something that’s literally drenched in sorrow and a shit load of depressing amounts of rejection within your mind. No, but baby girl listen to me? I’m still recovering from a guy who had shot me in the heart several times but I’m still coping, thinking of what lies ahead of me but also how there’s so much more to life than some asshole who cannot see the true beauty that lies infront of him, it’s at the very tip of his fingers and you’re slipping through his fingers like butter. Be glad you dodged several bullets to the heart, couple knife stabbing you in the back and several punches to the throat.
You miss him, yeah? That’s another thing that hurts us to the point where we want to stop this pain, but pain does indeed demand to be felt but it’s also an irritating thing too because some days you end up feeling numb? It’s a never-ending cycle, but I assure you that this is absolutely okay. You’re okay. You’re doing fine because you’ve come along way, you’ve still got days, weeks and even months ahead of you to turn your life around and put yourself first. Your entire existence doesn’t merely have to be the definition of him. You were born to grow, to explore, to be devoured in your little world of self-love and be filled with never ending happiness.
I swear, I do swear to fucking god that you will get through this. You will be stronger, dominant and more superior than ever. You’re going to look back, and you’re going to be so thankful that you allowed yourself to grow in time to let yourself also heal, because I pinky promise you that you’re going to think back and be so fucking glad that you conquered your own feelings, you got over him, you moved on, you’re later then dancing in the sunlight that’s shining upon you, showering you with it’s eternal sunrays of happiness and you’re going to be feeling so ethereal and celestial to the point you’re going to be on top of the mother-fucking world.