I remember being so hurt, so butt hurt that this one boy didn’t want to pursue a relationship with me. After so many years of liking him, so many times I tried to show him how much I cared for him, he still didn’t want me. I was livid. How dare he not want me? How dare he choose not to be with me? I remember how that conversation went so clearly… I had drunk texted him, for probably the 4 th or 5 th time that semester and this time I made sure to spare no details. One, because alcohol and two, because I was so frustrated, it had been 7 years and I still liked one person. 7 years. Honestly, I was at my wits end, I didn’t get it. I didn’t get why I liked him, and I had tried. I tried to get over him, it wasn’t working and so I told him. I remember saying “I don’t know what you’ve done to me”. It was probably the first and last time I sounded desperate; I don’t plead but that night I almost did. When he finally got back to me, he essentially said, I love you but not in that way, he sai
Well, this was supposed to be all my hot takes bundled up into one... it's not. This is like a journal, like a support group, I share my life lessons, frustrations and someday I'll share my poetry in hopes that I'll help someone heal, or start the process. It's truly simple to grow when you know you're never alone.