Question

I sense it from people who me love.

I know it.

One thing I could not forgo is... how could people love me for what I am...

How could they me love?

For all these years...

For all the imperfection?

For all the known irrational thoughts one could conceive of within a soul so very impure (and thank God to allow such thoughts impure.)

I understand not

Still

How I should deserve all the love I have received

From all

To Whom

My life's worth

To them

Limited, shall there be any, contributed.

Most important of all

How could I forgo of what I am

To live up a life

Unconditional

People's love and care and contribution.

The people who, me, love.