I do not believe in people being too good or not good enough for others. It's a silly, insulting notion. But I do believe that people can be made better. I pull them up, only to have it thrown in my face as they move on to better men.
I've noticed a pattern. As a flawed individual, I am drawn to others like myself. But the physician within them is not dead, and they heal themselves in time. I am not enough to be loved by whole people.
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I think you might be the only person I know who can pull self-loathing out of a beautiful remark about your solid character as a beam for the weak to cling to as they begin to live.
Stop trying to make it hurt more.
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