I regret that I cannot make you see yourself through my eyes. If you could, you’d know that you’re smart, funny, kind and good. You would know that you’re worth it, and that you don’t always have to be the life of the party for me to stick around. And you’d stop apologizing for having a bad day.
I regret that I can’t make you love yourself. I can’t wave a magic wand and make the world the place you want it to be, but for you, I wish I could. And being your friend is something I will never regret.