bursting at the seams

i've never thought of myself as deserving of love. i'd even shy away at times. but it's too good a thing to pass up and too good a thing as well to keep to yourself. i have these random moments where i stare blankly into space and imagine that the world (ok that is an exaggeration) maybe, just my life, is coming to an end. what have i accomplished? how much have i loved? those are the questions i would ask myself. so many times we let the chance to love escape us. i know i have.. when i hate, when i grovel in self pity, when anger gets the best of me. right now, i just hope i don't die yet because i still have so much love to give.

let's burst with love.