Do you know what my "why" is, John? Watching you "wake up" one day — mid-stride, mid-cupcake, or mid-email — and truly seeing your own beauty. Crying happy tears, blowing kisses into the wind, and thinking, "I get it! I get Me! I love you, John Do!" ...crumbs falling from your mouth. Take your time, The Universe | |
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You loving yourself, John, as much as I already do… that's my "why." | | |
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