I'm not the best-looking person out there and I don't wish to be. I'm fine with what I am, with how I look and how rough my palms are. I'm okay with the off-key sound of my voice when I sing outside the bathroom, and I guess my heart can take it if my dreams aren't meant to come true.
I just wish to be enough.
For someone to look at me and not ask for more, to not pay attention to the things I could not offer but instead be happy with what I have to share. I hope that one day, someone would think of me as the coffee in the morning, the pen to a journal or the stars to the night sky.
I'm not perfect and I can live with that. I just hope that when love finally comes my way, I'll be loved for who I am. Flawed, but loved and accepted—and I won't have to ask for it.
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