To my past self

who didn’t know how to love herself.

Life is beautiful when we

live

and don’t only survive,

and when we smile.

We had learnt how to love

everything in life.

We had found a hobby,

which slowly became an obsession fastly,

but a healthy

one,and it make us happily.

Little things are beautiful,

but only after we learnt how to love.

I healed us,

even if it was hard.

I did it for us,

as we needed it.

Don’t worry,

everything got better.

Don’t worry,

we found our way.

To my past self,

for who I learnt how to love myself.