Lets talk about love

So far I have only ranted about the bad things so I figure in light of family day and valentines day that I would share this:

I feel guilt over love. But only because I know I am loved so much.

My dad works so hard to make me happy. Every morning he makes me tea, and the other night I stayed downstairs to do something before bed while he went up and got ready, but he came back down to make sure I was alright. This made my heart melt.

It is the little things that can mean so much, the day-to-day hugs or hand squeeze's.

Sometimes it is hard to be open on here because I know he reads these, but this is for you dad.

I feel like I am not enough for him, he is constantly going out of his way for me and I don’t. But he makes me try, just by doing things for me I see what love is like, and I see what I need to do for people. It is hard but now I try to do things for him and my mom, small things. I’m not good at it now, but I know I will be because I have him teaching me.

Kindness is something that can only be shown through example.

There are so many times where I am overwhelmed with love. To the point where I can’t express it. It builds up inside me unable to burst out. All I can do is run up to the people I love and give them a great big hug.

That is my love language. I am a physical person, I need that physical connection. So if I ever give you a hug that seems a little too long for comfort…suck it up. I am saying that I love you.