I love someone

Who loves me

But doesn't

Love me the same way.

And I realized

It doesn't actually matter

Because I'm finally realizing

I love me as I am

I am smiling

Laughing even

Because I realize 

how much

It doesn't actually fucking matter

If someone doesn't love me the same

Actually...

How could they?

I live and love loud,

big, vast, daring, deeply, intensely

It could never be the same

And how could anyone ever love a other the same?

We all love differently.

In this moment

My skin is tingling

Realizing 

I am free

Not requiring

Wanting

Needing

Someone else

To chose me,

To want me

To validate

My existence

My being

My specialness

My beauty

Because it will never be enough

I give it to me

And once I have given it to myseslf

Others giving it to me or not

Is irrelevant!

Because my love is enough

I still choose to love others

Deeply

Regardless

If I am the object of their affection

Or not.

Sure, it doesn't

stop me

dreaming of someone

Someday

Joining my love party

Seeing,

Really seeing each other

Going beyond mind

And connecting deeper

Than ever imagined

I still dream of that

And yet,

I'm free

Here

Now

Regardless

Free!

PS: 

This poem is part of a trilogy of poems exploring Love.

Part 1: How Do I Love You?

Part 2: Freedom

Part 3: Rumi