Self love is so important. Because when you're all alone and it's 3 in the morning and you're lying on the floor crying and shaking and wishing it all would end, who's going to be there for you? You. You have to pick yourself up and find the strength to carry on. At the end of the day, you're all you've got.
I always cared and loved you. If I didn't you think unwound have stuck around for some of the things I had gone thru? I know I've out you thru shit to. But how many men would go thru what I did to be with you? And EVERYTIME it ends up just like this. And I chase after you. And you beat me up giving me shit when I do. Happens all the time.