I want to know where I stand.
I want to be okay with that.
I want love to spill out of me for the sake of and despite of the people I meet.
I want to move on from my past but not forget it. May I be punished sorely if I ever have the arrogance to inflict the same wounds on people that were inflicted on me.

Not always, but sometimes, when I look at you...I see myself.

That's why I'm still here.