There’s this guy I admired a few years back. He was so charming and beautiful. He used to shower me with compliments. He used to tell me sweet nothings and empty promises. He used to make me feel loved and accepted.
He used to do all these things, until us ceased to exist.
I called it off, because deep inside I felt like I wasn’t worthy of the love he gave me. But a few months after, he got on with another girl, then another and another. He made it feel like I was so easy to replace. Like I was so forgettable. Antonymous to what he used to tell me, he made me feel like I wasn’t one of a kind.
This is why. Being loved was so foreign to me that his time, attention and approval became my source of self-worth. But this shouldn’t be. My value, I’ve learned, should be anchored in God’s love. Now I’m starting to love myself more as I love God and He is teaching me to love others in return for His love.
I never stopped loving him. I just now love Him best.
