“Where have you been hiding all this time?” he asked. I haven’t, you’ve just looked at the wrong places, I thought. “Better late than never” he said. And I agreed, smiling.
Let someone love you just the way you are-– as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.
— Marc Hack (via sketchmedesire)