I believe that perhaps true self-love comes from letting go a part of yourself that you really loved but is no longer making you grow. It may be something self-destructive. It may be a habit that you thought was keeping you safe but really was keeping you away from your true long-term goals. It may be someone who you shared love with for so long but isn’t really the right person for you, and it’s painful, but you have to let go because that person’s part in you is no longer making you grow. You can’t compromise your own growth for someone else’s. You can’t compromise your own happiness just because someone sees theirs in yours. You have to go somewhere else when the environment that you’re in isn’t beneficial for your well-being and development. You have to replant yourself in a garden that’s best suited for your soul. You have to go all the way when it comes to taking care of yourself especially when it comes to protecting your own space and energy. You have to go all the way when it comes to loving yourself, and that means self-sacrifice and doing the best that you can to become who you always wanted to be.
I hope you don’t have to struggle too much. I hope you trust that everything that’s happening in your life is unfolding for a reason. I hope you look at everything and say: ‘it’s all going to be okay.’
Promise me we’ll meet here in another life. You and I. This place where we first met and fell in love in this life. Promise me. We’ll meet here. You and I. Promise me. Promise me we’ll fall in love with each other again in another life. Promise me. You and I. Because one life is not enough for me to fall in love with you. Because one life is not enough for me to feel your love for me. Because one life is not enough for you and me. For you and I.
—Confessions of a Wallflower, page 209
I hope that you will find someone like me in the future. Someone who loved you in times of your sadness.
—Confessions of a Wallflower, page 203
Every poem that I’ve created was yours. I thought they were mine, but they were yours. And I wish I could’ve kept them. And I wish I could’ve kept you.
—Confessions of a Wallflower, page 207