I’m finally learning to love myself. It’s been a long journey. At first, I wouldn’t give myself the time of day. Gradually, though, I loosened up and gave me a chance.
It began with a magical night to remember. After months of gathering my strength, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and popped the question: “Would I care to have dinner with me?” How could I refuse? Looking back, I realize I should have asked sooner. The answer would have always been yes.
I didn’t play easy, though. It was my third date before I gave me a goodnight hug — after asking for permission, of course. I and I have been together ever since.
And what a difference loving myself has made! No longer do I sit alone on Friday nights wishing I was with someone else. I’m with me now, that special one who’s always up for a movie, dinner or just a quiet evening at home watching TV — and if the mood is right, shadow dancing to my favorite songs.
To think, I have spent most of my life feeling alone and depressed, when the one person who knows me better than anyone has always been right here inside of me — and has never complained I keep the thermostat too low.
I love me. No explanations needed, except for our wedding invitations.
Ben Alper writes for late night talk show hosts, comedians and others. He is the author of “Thank You for Not Talking: A Laughable Look at Introverts.”
