If Nobody Texted You

If nobody texted you today, then: “Hello.”

It is never too late to say that. You have probably been working for hours, but you might have gone through your day without a single text message. It is true that something as mundane as a “Hello” text may have made all the difference in the world. It is okay to ache for simple and kind-hearted gestures because they are signs that we are cared for by someone who may not be immediately present. They are reminders that we are appreciated.

We all deserve to be appreciated and thought of because there is a certain way you laugh that can light up an entire room, if only for a moment in time. There is a way you tilt your head when you’re concentrating on something, which makes you kissable. There are hundreds of details that make up the tapestry of who you are.

How quickly we forget how lovable we are. We forget we’re desired and that we are more than hard-shelled workaholics trained to behave like us. We forget that we merit adoration.

The truth is that who you are doesn’t cease to exist because there is nobody to admire you. The way you hold yourself exudes confidence, even when there’s nobody to assert it. The way your eyes light up when you’re talking about what you love is attractive, regardless of who is there to listen to you speak. All the little quirks that make you up are not extinguished because somebody once chose against them.

You still deserve to have a good day, even when there’s no one there to wish it to you. Someday, someone is going to love all these tiny details about you. Someone is going to stare at you from across a crowded room and know exactly how you’re feeling based on the way you tilt your head or by the type of wine you fill your glass. One day, someone will appreciate all your uncertainties, but right now they only belong to you, and that’s okay. Because you will always belong to yourself.

If nobody texted you today, remember what makes you incredible. You are so much more than the person who didn’t receive a message today. You are a roaring fire in a world full of people who’ve been burnt. Please, refuse to let wounded people extinguish you. Refuse to be controlled because we are all in charge of what we bring to our lives.

Be the person who brings light, be the person who has a good day, even when nobody wishes it to them. You should find a way to fuel your fire because the world needs the light you give off.

You, my dear, are such an intense power that you will never be reduced by something as insignificant as the lack of a text.

Love,

Carmen Monica