Suppose I found someone who makes me strive to be a better person. Someone who cheers me up when I’m down. Someone who engages me in delectable conversation. Someone who is extremely physically attractive. Someone who makes me feel right. Someone who I relate to. But suppose that person doesn’t want me around. Consequently, I am made to feel worthless and insecure. Despite everything, I want to believe your precious words because without them these clouds dangle and drag me down. The silence speaks for itself, so am I to believe that none of it is true anymore?

I want to achieve greatness. I want to succeed. It is a product of the perfectionist within me, but I need to become better and I want to be improved. I want to find myself as no longer nothing.