no matter what you think, what you say, what you assume, or how you feel,
no matter how boring your days are, or how lonely your nights get,
or how envious you may become of others, or how much self-pity you wallow in each day,
whether your amount of doubt could fill five and a half oceans, or your feelings of emptiness could reach across the deepest of valleys,
no matter how much your mom told you how special you are,
and how clever you've become at thorougly tuning her out,
regardless of how hard it is to follow good ol' 'sticks and stones'
or how many times someone told you they loved you, then took it back,
no matter how many times you didn't have a valentine,
or how many more times you know you won't,
regardless of how much you wanna be someone's baby,
or how long you've desired falling in love all over again, or even for the very first time,
no matter how many mountains you'd climb, or perilous adventures you'd embark,
for a single moment where you can make loneliness a distant memory of the past,
no matter how much you resist, it's true.
you're loved. and until the day you die, you always will be.
the end.