I want to write poems but I cringe so bad reading back what I write in my notebook. It repulses me. It brings me shame even.
I need to learn to see it like smelly old fruit turning into wine. I’ll love it in time.
Had someone ask me out by making an entire website with the full date schedule and plan because he was too nervous to talk to me in person. And that’s the level of devotion I want to see from now on. I deserve no less.