how dumb of it was me to assume i had met the love of my life this early.
i had barely begun.
barely started to understand who i am and how i think.
how naive it was of me to imagine you were going to be there my whole life.
how unfair it was of myself to plan a future as if i wasn’t thriving enough on my own. as if you made me beautiful.
i made myself beautiful.
i still make myself beautiful.
and the love of my life could be out there somewhere.
or it could be right here staring right back at me.