He may have thought
that I looked self-obsessed,
which I am.
She may have thought
that I am bitter with life,
which is true.
My friend once thought I am cold.
Now she believes I am kind.
She was wrong then.
She is wrong now.
For all the adjective that they
they found to replace me
were either misleading
or unnecessary.
None of those words were me.
But they don’t know how to define me,
categorize me,
love me
without those words.
"Inspiring quote to express my individuality."
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Being loved without judgement of qualities toughest task of all.
True 🙂
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we weren’t categorized.
True 🙂 that would give us such a relief from always trying to be someone that people can love. (as if you have to be a certain way to be loved )
sadly some people have a criteria before they will love us. Those are the ones we wish well, be kind too and love, all from a distance 😉