Over the course of a relationship, I have re-learned the intrinsic flaw present in my psyche: An omnipresent fear that I am not enough, that my efforts - while substantial - are letting down those that matter to me. A long time ago, I wrote the following: "I’m sorry. You’re never going to believe that you’re enough. Never."

Now, this belief has plagued me for a majority of my life, as it represents the universal fear that drives me to push myself to the heights that I attempt to grasp onto. In romance, in writing, in academia, in the decorum I approach my life with. It is my responsibility to reach the line I have drawn for myself, failing to realize that the more I grasp, the further away it moves from my reach. Am I good enough to be loved? Yes. Good enough...
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