I’m insecure.

I’ll always want you to remind me that I’m beautiful and that I matter. I’ll always want you to hold me and touch me, or else I’ll feel like maybe you’re mad at me or you’ve finally seen all my flaws and decided that I’m not what you want anymore. I will try and give you everything. 

I need you to understand. 

Cause I’ve never loved myself, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to.