Your infinite worth

I can see your pain.

I've always seen it.

I know you thought you did a bang up job of hiding it.

But it was always there.

I could see it in your beautiful blue eyes when you spoke about your father.

I knew you'd had a hard day when I'd see the cans of empty energy drinks littering your coffee table.

You always said you were an open book, letting everyone see everything. But there was always that part of you that you tried so hard to keep locked up.

I could see you struggle to share, the desire you had to let someone else to help you share the ginormous burden you held on your back.

But you always stopped yourself as soon as sharing got too painful.

You went through a lot. You had a lot of people hurt you. You loved so hard, so openly, to everyone. And so many people shut you out, damaged you.

And you still loved. Everyone.

I have never been more inspired in such a short period of time. I've never met someone who's taught me more about people, about loving others, and been such a perfect example of being Christlike at all times.

You hid your pain behind that persona, your signature.

But you became so beautiful to me on those days that you became vulnerable. Those nights, in the dark, the sleepy, tearfilled eyes, the whispered words of honesty.

It's always amazed me, how, after every single thing, you've still opened up your heart to anyone that would take the time to look at you.

Not because you needed more love in your life. You have plenty of people offering their love. But because you wanted to make sure EVERYONE else had a chance to have as much love as possible.

You would've willingly given your life for someone that didn't give you a second thought, because you saw their infinite worth.

And yet, almost no one saw yours.