Love. You.

This picture speaks to me on so many levels, I really mean that. It's not a fancy photo, it's not something I'll ever frame and hang on my wall to see every day. But maybe I should. 

  
(Photo by babypicturethis; found via Kind Over Matter)

Read it. And I mean REALLY read it. Read it personally, from wherever you are coming from. A place of hurt, happiness, fear, anticipation, anything at all.

I could be telling myself to stop doubting my decisions and to love myself stronger and harder than ever before. To give myself permission to take charge of my happiness and express myself and my desires clearly.

I could be sending a huge shoutout full of hugs to dear friends who are struggling with their own grief or loss of love right now.

I could be telling someone so very special and sweet to me that I adore, cherish and care for them more than any other words can express. (Isn't it wonderful how those three tiny words are the most powerful we can use...?)

Maybe I'm doing all three of these things. With just these tiny words.

Amazing.

 
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