Love yourself, because you’re in love when you prepare your children’s clothes for the next day. He loves you, because you make lunch running towards the husband who arrives in half an hour. He loves you, because you’re the one who always gives your arm to hope everything goes well. And cry for only a minute, but keep your smile alive for the rest of the day. He loves you, because you’re the one who takes the dog out on the street, while your husband’s at the café with his friends. He loves you, because you run all day and you always manage to dye your hair at ten o’clock at night and fix your nails with a magic punch. He loves you, because you’re the only one who goes to work early just to have a drink with this friend, who just needs to vent and who called you desperate because his son doesn’t want to go to school.
He loves you because you have time to dedicate to a humanitarian cause and to others, forgetting that you need to rest for more hours. You are a missionary. And your mission should be to love yourself first. He loves you because he takes his grandchildren to school while his parents work late and dedicate their lives to him and touch his soul with brutal lightness. Do you love yourself, because you appeal to the sensitivity of others when you are in the east and indifferent to the difficulties of others? He loves you, because you go from slippers to heels and go to that party on Saturday night to rock with the twenty-year-old girls. He loves you, because you are chasing your love, while he is still sitting on that esplanade of the beach looking at the other girls in bikini, but you know that it is you who he loves and therefore you don’t care. I love you, because you are simple, you shine on the inside and you radiate natural beauty. Do you love, because you are the shoulder of a friend who needs it and you keep your pain in your pocket? I always love you first!
Love is loving, take care of yourself!