the pain in your chest magnifies. your eyes are blurry. you can barely hear me over your muffled cries. your heart is beating too loud. it breaks me.
"but my love, you are a creation worth the sun, the moon, the stars and much more. you are worth every atom, every molecular part of you, because you are not perfect. you are flawed and broken in ways one shouldn't be. and my god, that is more beautiful than witnessing the flowers worship the sun and the ocean craving the moon.
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you are the product of universal birth, the wreckage of stardust, the aftermath of a collision in space. you are worth more than diamonds and gold for you bleed'happy,'and your words are a constellation of ambition.
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your eyes pay homage to kindness and you touch as though this cruel blue world is china – like it isn't constantly trying to set fire to the roots of your personality. you think too little of yourself and self-doubt is a skill you have mastered with ease. but my love, you are worth every day, every hour, every minute and every second – for the sun, the moon, the stars, and the entire universe might be jealous of you.
because you,you are enough. and you make me feel as though I am too."
