It makes me happy to think that someone out there sees me as a yellow, warm light that touches his skin early in the morning to remind him of the love I am holding using both of my hands, ready to pour everything whenever he's happy or at ease. it's comforting to know that no matter how chaotic my insides are, I am a warm light to someone and I will slowly learn how to love myself more than how I love the people around me. That even if I learned how to love others before loving myself sincerely, I will get there. I will be okay. I will be able to do it.