Insignificance

I don't understand how a person can make me feel so insignificant, yet make me love them so much. I've never cried this much. The pain is killing me slowly.

It is what it is

I'm not who I was 10 years ago. I'm not even who I was 10 minutes ago. There's always room for improvement and every time I encounter something I believe to be a true statement, my beliefs shifts a bit. The way I think and my intake on this world is different from what it was before; however my motives will always remain the same. I talk to God on a daily basis not only because it brings me comfort, but it's the least I can do to hold onto my relationship with him. I used to believe that things were beautiful because of coincidence, but the more I experience his presence, the more I realize that beauty is there merely because he's beautiful.