My “prosery” post for Merril’s prompt yesterday on dVerse. Our pieces cannot be longer than 144 words. Mine is exactly 144 words. The bold line comes from a poem by Jane Hirshfield.

Thanks for constantly challenging me, Merril!

                   Les Coeurs by Veronikah, high school friend

Love, Deserved

“Look at her. She never has any trouble finding boyfriends. What’s so special about her?”

I didn’t even know they were talking about me back then. I don’t think I even pondered this at all. Maybe that’s what was supposedly so special about me. I didn’t try to be anything or anyone else but myself. I took life in stride because that’s how I roll.  My friends, some still around, seemed to appreciate me for me.

I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.  Maybe it was because I half-believed I didn’t even deserve love in the first place.

However, since those teenage years, life has taught me much. I have learned and gained wisdom.  I’ve had my share of hits and misses, highs and lows, joys and sorrows. Know what I have discovered?

Everyone is deserving of love.