Loving yourself means letting yourself be loved too

I vow to marry myself, attaching to me the entirety of love proposals sent from those who invited me for an evolution.

A quote rubbed up against my left pinky, making noise of his words, “Be yourself so the people looking for you can find you—” I was left sober. I was actually the one who found myself, told people about it, and there I was nailed down with an agreement that they’d never let me meddle with the engine alone again.

But does allowing love give us a testament of being fully ready? Because what if after letting it inside, we’ll get back to zero again? And giving a bar of what we have may show crumbling remnants of what we reserved for ourselves?

Flipping the coin on the other side, I have witnessed that even if we are full of love, when the right one shows up, we are still not going to be prepped up—it’s all in regard to making use of our love as the tool for recognizing a brand-spanking new connection; love is made differently, and it is meant to furnish everything.

However, never mislead yourself that you are only capable of being loved once you complete the steps of being intact with yourself.

Call to mind that you don’t have to flawlessly love yourself in order to be worthy of someone else’s love.