Why You Love Me

I look at different parts of me and I don’t understand why you love me.

I look at all my flaws, things that I just think have become a part of me no matter how much I don’t want them to be.

I look at my insecurities and think how silly they must seem but how very much that they consume me.

I look at the worst parts of me and I wonder why you love me.

It’s not just that you know me pretty well, that you see a few parts of me that no one else sees.

You know the ins and outs of my thoughts, my heart, my mind and how the world looks to me.

You know the brightest and darkest parts of me, the highest and lowest places that I will ever be.

But you knew me before you met me. You knew who I would be as you were dying, as you were suffering and that didn’t deter you from doing what you did for me.

It has never deterred you from reaching down, reaching out to me. Pulling me from places that I never thought I would be.

Knowing me has never stopped you from loving me. It’s unlike any kind of love that I’ve ever seen.