LOVE.
It matters; all of it.
It matters that you were bullied in school, so bad that you often cried, and more often than not you were scared to even go.
It matters that no one stuck up for you.
It matters that your parents separated and that you had to go live with just one.
It matters that your father never came to visit and he missed all of your big days, including every birthday.
It matters that you didn't celebrate holidays because your family couldn't afford it.
It matters that you didn't have a family to claim.
It matters that you don't think achieving your dreams is possible because of what you've been told by people who only ever played it safe.
It matters that you follow your dreams.
It matters that your heart has been broken so many times by life that you find yourself frozen with fear of anything good.
It matters that you don't let fear keep you from being alive.
It matters that who you love doesn’t matter, it only matters that you love them.
It matters that you be kind to others.
It matters that you smile.
It matters that it's okay to cry.
It matters that you miss people you've been left without.
It matters that you want to matter.
It matters that you know you matter.
It matters that life is confusing and scary and challenging, and that you feel alone.
It matters that you know you're not alone.
It matters that it's all going to be okay.
It matters; all of it.
LOVE.
