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Aug 2019
Dear Younger Me,
you are going to love and love often.
But do not give yourself away to boys
who do not care.
Younger me,
please listen
stolen kisses in a hallway while whispers of
"I love you"
are sent back in forth is not love.
Love is not the same as lust.
When he touches you
and you feel uncomfortable
tell him no.
Pull away.
Your discomfort to make him happy
is not love.
When he tries to touch you
when you already told him to stop you run.
Run like hell.
Don't look back.
Younger me,
you are not some prize to be won.
You are not some toy for him to play with
and leave you cast away
like some forgotten childhood toy.
You are not some object
with which he can do whatever he wants.
Dear younger me,
When he says
"I love you"
only when you are letting him control you, is not love.
Love is being patient. Love is waiting.
Love is only touching you with your permission.
Love is only touching him with his.
It goes both ways.
Love is work. Love is hard.
But love is worth it.
Do not search for love in all the wrong places.
Love is patient,
so wait.
Written by
Elle Whittington
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