"from the minute i knew i loved you, i was jealous of the fact that you are so confident. and i don't blame you, because you have every reason, to believe in yourself."
and he replied, "and from the moment i knew i loved you, i was so confused to why you were completely and utterly insecure, and i do blame you, because you have no reason not to believe in yourself."
I wrote this poem a couple years ago, and even then, I didn't quite feel anything. Years after it was written, I met a boy who made me understand the writing I initially didn't get in the first place. I finally found beauty in my writing because of the love I found in someone else. Thank you. You mean the world to me.