a love letter

maybe im not "happier" when im alone

maybe im just more myself when im alone

and i know shes someone special

i dont see her too often anymore

but id love to see her more

shes silly

shes caring

at times even daring

she visits me when i take myself on a walk around the park

she visits me when i dance to my cat's food alarm

she visits me when i gasp at the sight of something small

i see her when i create, when i write

i see her when i remind people that i love them

i am loved

i am someone worth loving

the love i crave will find me

until then, i will love myself