I know I’m worth love. The hopeful journey creates many emotions; anxiety, excitement, lust, envy, happiness, and more. The search is never easy, but what has worth should be earned. It would be easy, to give up and become a bitter man, but I respect my inner worth too much for that. Love can never be counted out.

“Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.”

― Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame