Being Selfish

"For once in your life, be selfish."
A friend said that a few nights ago and that sentence has since resonated in me.

Whatever that has happened to you, whatever that haunts you - it has nothing and everything to do with me. I want to help you heal the wounds and mend you, right the wrongs that have been done to you. I swore to myself that I'll never fall into this hole again, but yet I watch idly as it happens. Why do I bother? Why does it seem like you're the exception to the rule?

I knew all along that your heart and soul are in pieces and you have little affection, warmth and stability to give me. I don't blame you but I still believed that you're not broken. You're not, in your words, "fucked up". In short, I believed in you.

It didn't matter that you think you're broken. I didn't believe that and even if you are, so what? Does it mean that I'm supposed to run screaming to the hills? What kind of a person will that make me?

At some point in your life, something or someone is bound to have broken you to a certain extent. That doesn't mean that a broken person deserves any less love, care and affection simply because they're afraid of being burnt again.
Love them. Be there for them. If you're lucky, they will learn to love and care for you too.
If you're not, you'll heal and you'll grow.

You will not have the right to decide how many times I laugh or smile today. That power is mine and I'll reclaim it. 
You will, however, go down as the one who made me whole. The one who reignited my compassion, love and understanding. 
For once in my life, I will be selfish cos I want to matter as much to you as you do to me. 

Hugs,
Nora