You're Not Enough And That's Okay นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She muttered. “What things?” “Like carrying me to my room, helping me with Nary, an…and making me tea. You don’t like me after all and even if you do, I’m not enough. I’m never enough.” “What the fuck you’re saying? Who said that to you?” “You’ll only use me and throw me away. That is because I’m not good enough, no one will be able to like me genuinely and it’s better off I stay alone.” Spencer rolled his eyes as he sat on the bed, his body to her. “I’m not using you. No one is using anyone here. And who says you’re not enough for me?”

"I hope that will be enough. That I will be enough, at least for you." . . . ________________

“You’re right. I did, Henry. I really loved you. “But I’m not a toy. I’m a person. “What made you think you could take my love for granted? That you could hurt me over and over again, and I’d just take it? “What made you think that after all the pain you caused, you could just say ‘I love you’ and I’d come running back to you like a fool?”

But no longer falling apart. And that was enough – for now. Oof. Now, what to do?

“For some, being complete is the end goal. But for me... I’m okay with being incomplete, as long as I am with you. That would be enough to make me happy.” Rosa shook her head, feeling a suffocating sense of frustration. His words were heavy, sounding like a beautiful philosophy that she simply couldn't afford to believe in. “Please...” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I... I can’t...” “I said there is no pressure, Rosa,” he murmured, quickly sensing her distress and discomfort. “It’s okay to be enough for yourself. In fact, it’s brave. And it is perfectly okay if you can’t return the feelings I have for you. I’m not asking for a trade.”

Focused. Not anxious. Not waiting. Just… here. And for now, that’s enough.

"The worst thing is that I don't even know how to correct my wrongs." I close my eyes, pressing my forehead to my knees as the first part of rain start to drop from the sky, wetting me. "I just want to be ready. I don’t want to lose anyone else because I wasn’t enough. I don't want to lose to anyone because I wasn't enough." 'Then stop thinking you’re not enough.' Nyra murmurs. I snort. "It's not that easy, Nyra." I look at the sky as the rain intensifies.

Was I really not enough? I don't know when, but a tear escaped my eye, rolling down my cheek. But he was quick to wipe it away with his thumb. “Hey, hey,” he held my face between his hands. “It's OK,” he cooed to me like I was the most fragile thing in the world. Like I would break if he didn't handle me with care. I wanted to believe I was. But the reality was, that I wasn't. I really wasn't worthy enough to deserve his attention. Not after what I did. “It's ok,” he said again. “You're going to be fine. We are going to be fine,” he assured me, as if knowing what was going on in my head.

Not hope. Not surrender. Just… breathing room. And maybe—just maybe—that was enough. For now. 🩸

And that’s enough. For now.