I’ve spent a lot of time recently looking back on my life Years have gone by since I first figured it out Since those butterflies first erupted in my gut Since I realized what it meant to be looking at her like that
There are some things I’ll never forget Like the first time I touched myself thinking about her Or the first time she touched me Or the first time I touched her
And lots of things have changed The way I cut my hair The music I listen to The way I carry myself
I guess you could say it’s a good thing I’m more sure of myself I like the way I look now And I know who my friends are
But some things are still the same I still feel the electricity when my skin brushes hers And I still get nervous to hold her hand where other people can see But all the fear still goes away when she kisses me
And I don’t think I’d trade it for anything The experts always say it’s not a choice But truth be told, I’d choose this, I’d choose her every time, If they let me
This is based off a journal entry I wrote after watching The Miseducation of Cameron Post. The movie kind of triggered a lot of feelings that I felt when I was first figuring everything out and I wanted to write about it. :)