Dead in the water

"You wont find love in someone else until your love yourself." She told me quietly; believing it to be true.

"Are you fucking joking?" Came my venomous, spiteful reply. "How can you believe that to be true? I have never loved myself - not once. I have never found in myself anything truly worth loving. But I love hard. And long. And desperately. And with everything I have." I gasped then; laughed, bitterly. "If that's true, I am dead in the water. A goner. A waster. Because I have never loved myself. But him? Oh, him. I loved him with all of my being. And I can't do that again for nothing. Not ever."