Novel & Cerita You're Not Enough And That's Okay

And still, I feel that would not be enough. Never enough.

"You went quiet in a specific way. Not tired quiet. Not busy quiet. Something is sitting with you and you are not telling me what it is." "You don't know that." "I know you." "You've known me a few months." Something shifts in his face. "That's what we're doing?" "I'm just saying. A few months is not long enough to know someone completely." "I'm not claiming to know you completely. I'm saying I know when something is wrong with you." He sits back. "Why won't you just tell me." "Because there is nothing to tell." "There clearly is." "Caleb." "Maya, I am right here. Whatever it is just say it."

I felt them find the exact place they were aimed at. "So I do not tick your boxes," I said quietly. "That is what you are telling me." "I am telling you the truth..." "No. You are telling me that I am not enough. That everything I do — working myself to the bone, providing, showing up in every way I know how is not enough because I cannot also be physically present every single hour of every single day." My voice stayed steady. I was proud of that. "That is what you are telling me." "That is not—"

She looks up at me and for the first time since meeting her, I see fear. “Love? What are you afraid of?” I lower myself to so she has to look down to see me. “What if I am not enough?” I smile. “That is a normal, natural fear. But My Love, you are enough. You would not have been given Darrick if you were lacking. You are enough. And if you feel like you are failing ever, tell me and I will remind you of all the ways you are succeeding. No goal of yours has ever been unreachable, and you have always put in the work. I’m so proud to call you mine. I am the loser who doesn’t deserve you. I will never be good enough, but you, are more than enough. You are my everything.”

Question I didn't have answer to. "I don't know," I admitted. "But I'll try. I'll stay grounded. Stay connected to Thorne. Stay present. I'll try. That's all I can do. Try." "That's enough," she said. Smiling. Warm smile. Proud smile. "Trying is always enough. Always everything. Just remember you don't have to be perfect. Don't have to make everyone happy. Don't have to be everything to everyone. Just be you. Be present. Be honest. That's enough."

I just have to admit that, maybe, just maybe, I wasn't good enough for them. I wasn't good enough for him, who shall not be named, then. And now, I wasn't good enough for the man I love with all my life. I am not good enough. I am not enough. I am not enough. God, it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. Please, God, please. Please, please, please. Let me our of this misery. I can't. I ... just can't. It hurts to breathe. Why is it hurting?

"What if I’m not enough? What if I fail?" "You won’t fail," he said, his voice unwavering, but I could feel the heat of his breath against my hair as he held me tighter. "Sofia, you’re everything I need you to be. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you. That’s more than enough for me, for this pack."

But less broken. That was enough. That was more than enough.

Outnumbered. But okay. Better than okay. Complete.