Sometimes I'm overwhelmed with how much I love being me. Not because I'm that special, but because I'm me. No one else is me, and I'm not anyone else. And that's really something.
I love knowing exactly where I end and where everyone else begins. I'm discrete and I'm distinct. Inside my boundaries lie my thoughts and feelings and preferences. They're hidden inside there, and I am the sole gatekeeper who lets them out for the world to see.
Some days I smile at myself in the mirror and think I'm beautiful. I love that I don't have to use words to explain to myself why I feel that way. I just know I do.
I love that on my walk home, I can be so taken by a tree that I stop for several moments to look up through its branches and blossoms at the sky, and I instantly and instinctively understand what it is that makes me feel that way.
Some of my most beautiful moments are the ones I have with myself. When a sudden memory makes me laugh out loud, or when the song that comes on shuffle fits so perfectly with the weather that it makes me grin. When I can feel my heart dancing to the song, even though my body isn't moving.
Me and me have such good times together. We communicate so well. It doesn't take any time and it doesn't take words or body language. It's just me, glad to go through life always in the company of such a good friend.