We all make mistakes, we all encounter failure, but how we view these things will make a big difference in our lives.
I am not perfect, but I love you so much, my only one.
We are humans and we all are bound to make mistakes, whether a few or many, little or big, or rarely or frequently.
I can forgive myself.
I began to be softer with myself, especially with the part of me that was making my life hell.
Despite my imperfections and flaws, I am still confident that my love for you is accurate.
Instead you end up frozen, with anger stored in your body like a cancer.
You doubt yourself so violently that anyone who dares believe in you is equally defective.