I love you

I sometimes forget how hard it is to love myself.
 

I wish I could just buy myself flowers, talk to myself for hours, and fulfill tasks and hobbies that have been piling up into towers.

But instead I sit.

Alone. Cold. Empty. 

What if my love never comes. 

I won't give up some days it's sunny and some day's it pours. 

I love you. 

     -you