I’m sorry for all those times that I didn’t accept our process. For all those times I looked at you in the mirror just to reject you and make you feel awful.
Please forgive me for all the times I deemed you dumb when you didn’t understand.
Over all things, I’m sorry for comparing you, and thinking you were not enough.
I’m sorry for all those internal conversations you had to hear. All the bargaining.
“When I lose 10 lbs, I’ll feel better.”
“When I get that job, I’ll be more at ease.”
“When he likes me, then I’ll like myself too.”
Please forgive me for taking you for granted.
The truth is that, all along, you have been the one. You’ve listened and held me when there was no one else around. You’ve taken me places to experience things I never thought I’d live. You’ve shown me how incredibly strong you are, and how at the end of the day, you’re still standing, even when I, myself, have turned my back on you.
I promise you I see that now. You’re my one and only.