Comparing yourself and your journey may be habitual, but it gets you nowhere. It always finds a corner to cover your past and come back to you again with ringing bells and ****** on country pleasured, childishly?
If I told you,
18 years ago,
I didn't quite know how to raise my back,
Would you give your hand for a support?
If I told you,
16 years back,
I didn't quite know how to say hello,
Will you let me say hello again?
If I told you,
14 years ago,
I know I ****** at the hot sack races,
Will you play with me again?
If I told you,
I know I was usually slow with the bicycle,
Will you still ride with me?
If I told you,
10 years ago,
I know I splashed around more than I swam in the pool,
Will you still swim with me?
If I told you,
8 years a go,
I got trapped in a berry tree and couldn't rescued myself,
Would you had come for my rescue?
If I told you,
6 years ago,
I didn't quite know how to 'dress up',
Will you still take me out?
If I told you,
4 years ago,
I was an absolute tech noob,
Will you still sit with me on the computer?
If I told you,
2 years ago,
I felt my heart toughening up to feel like a stone,
Will you still pore over my bruises and wounds?
If I told you,
I was an empty ocean,
Would you have filled me up with rainfalls?
If I told you,
I still don't know how to say I Love You,
Will you still let me?