"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.