I Am Enough Poems Novels & Stories

Then the last paragraph. I am not going to tell you I am proud of you because pride is a thing a father feels watching a thing happen and I will not be here to watch it and I have never wanted to give you a feeling that requires my presence to be true I built you so that the truth of what you are would not depend on whether I lived to see it land and I am telling you now in the only tense that will still be accurate when you read this that you were always enough before any of this and the compound and the network and the weight of everything I am leaving you is not what makes you mine it never was you were mine the day you were born and nothing you do or fail to do after this letter changes

"So am I." And somehow, that's enough. For now, it's exactly enough.

"That's what matters. That's all that matters. That's everything. That's enough. That's more than enough. That's all I ever needed. That's all I ever wanted. That's all I'll ever need. That's all I'll ever want. That's all I'll ever hold." "Is it? Is it really? Is it enough? Is it enough to make up for the years? Is it enough to make up for the silence? Is it enough to make up for the pain? Is it enough to make up for the lost time? Is it enough to make up for the tears? Is it enough to make up for the nights I spent alone? Is it enough to make up for the empty bed?"

This was everything. This was enough. More than enough. This was home.

“To know she is entirely genuine with you and entirely genuine with someone else simultaneously. That you are not enough. That you have never been enough.” “That’s not—” “Don’t.” His hand came up, stopping me, a wall not a touch. “Don’t tell me what it is. I was there.” “You are enough,” I said. My voice broke on it. “Nate, you are more than—” “If I were enough, you wouldn’t have needed him.” I opened my mouth and nothing came out.

To be us. And that was enough. More than enough. That was everything.

None at all. Just survival. Just love. Just us against the world. And that would have to be enough. It had to be. Please let it be enough. Please.

She bursted into tears. “You are always enough,” I said. “He's just mistaken.” I thought of telling her my story to inspire her but I didn't know the kind of person she was so I decided to only be brief even if I were to touch my story. “Jade, I don't know the kind of man that your mate is but all I can tell you for sure is that there are many people in the world and even if you're not enough for one person, you are more than enough for someone out there in the world, you just need to find there by putting yourself out there.”

that still wasnt enough, I just dont have the stuff, to keep this obserd rhyme in motion, I would really rather just dump the whole thing in the ocean. but I needed to say thank you and happy days ahead, I have enough words this can finally end

And very quietly, in the privacy of my own room with no one watching and no one to be composed for, I let tears fill my eyes. Just for a moment. Then I blinked it back. Sat up straight. Put my phone on the nightstand. And reached, without thinking, for my bare wrist. The nothing was still there. It was always still there. I pulled my hand back and looked at the ceiling and told myself what I always told myself when the nothing felt loudest. It's enough. You are doing enough. She is safe and she is bright and she is free and that is enough. It is enough.