“Will I ever find someone who loves me, all of me?”
I asked.

“You will.”
she responded.

“But, when? I’m so tired of waiting.”

“The day will come, you just have to look harder.”

I’m confused, “What am I looking for?

“Not ‘for’, but at. Not ‘what’, but who.”

she hummed.

“Who am I looking at?”

“Yes”

I’ve been standing in front of my mirror, “I’m looking at myself.”

“Do you love yourself, all of you?”

“No, never have, don’t think I ever will.”

“You will”

“Huh?”

The day will come, you just have to look harder.
I smile.