I’ve been peeping my head out just to see if the world is sorta, kinda prepared for me, then retreating again... the truth is that I haven’t been ready.
I know that one day I will meet someone who loves me truly. Someone who knows how to properly love. That’s the thing about young love: we’re too naive.
You have so much spirit. To keep looking for love in spite of the bullies, in spite of your difficulty communicating with the multitudes of slower thinkers.
Do not use me as an ear for your insecurities and inability to be alone with yourself.
And I promise to learn how to be content alone and driven on my path.