No one is going to love you exactly like you imagine.
No one is ever going to read your mind and take every star
from the sky at the perfect time and hand it to you.
No one is going to show up mat, your door on a horse,
with a shoe you lost. Do you understand?
That’s why you have to love yourself enough, so that
any other love just adds more candles to the cake
you’ve already iced.
— Stephanie Bennett—Henry