You’re good enough for me

“Tell me something I don’t know”, he said as I was snuggled up against him in the bedroom dark.

“If humans were killed at the rate we actually kill animals we’d be extinct in 17 years.”

“Wait what,” he chuckled.

“Fine, I’m not really sure if the poster said 17 years or 17 days,” I replied as I kissed the base of his throat.

“I meant about you.”

“Oh-”

A pregnant silence fell in between us for a long minute.

I could hear him resume his sleeping breathing pattern.

“Hey,” I called out before he could go back into nirvana.

I buried my face deeper into his back as I braced myself to reveal my innermost secret.

“My deepest fear is that I’m not good enough…that I’ll never be good enough for anyone. Not a good daughter, not a good friend, not a good person.”

He turned, put his hand under my chin and lifted my face so I could stare into his eyes: “You’re good enough for me.”

“Do you understand this? YOU are good enough.”

I nodded hesitantly.

“As long as you try to be the best person that you can be, then you are good enough. As long as you try.” He kissed my forehead, turned around again so I could hold him from the back. He took my hand into his and we fell asleep like that.

“It’s a shame you are leaving so soon though, that’s why I want to make every moment memorable,” I heard him murmur sleepily.

Yes, it is indeed a shame, an irony and a cruel twist of fate that I would meet you now just for us to be parted in a few week time.

Life is pitiless.