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Love her too


We all want to love the person we fall in love with (who they are now), we all want to tell them how much we cherish their strength, their capability of standing up, and staying that way. We all want to love someone for the smile they bring with them, for the laughter that now brightens up our face.

 But I want you to love her too.

 I am not my past, I left that behind.

 But I still hold her hand, till this day, always, and each and every night.

 I don't need you to love me that much, I know you already do.
But she needs reassurance; that you would have loved her too.

 It wasn't pretty, I was a mess.

 But each night I tell her, I do not love her any less.

 Once someone I loved, used the word %#!?¤ when describing girls who...well lets say look for attention in obvious ways.
I was her, she was me- only my hope for love (how twisted it may have seemed) was within those walls and the paradigm of something that would never be received. 
I don't even call money making ladies by that name, they deserve love- and respect- just the same.

 But what hurt me the most was seeing her back there in that room, now being told -`what a possible future boyfriend really would think of you.`

 He said those word to me- and he said them to her.
She was a %#!?¤ - is that what she deserved ?

 I cried, it hurt. I explained to him why (he knew, he just didn't understand the past I left behind)
He stopped when I asked, he never said it again.
I loved him, he taught me how to hug again.

 But dear you, know that you need to love her too.
I hold her hand, but she needs to hear that from you.
She needs to know that everyday I am telling her the truth.

 One day someone will love All of you. 
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