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I understand now that I was trying to force feed my love to a boy that knew his allergy. He should have told me -- the chef of my love -- that he wasn't ready, wasn't able to eat. He should have read the menu and politely declined. And I may have sent him on his way and we both would have enjoyed a better suited meal to fuel Rather than pour into a malnourished body, mind, spirit.
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
Learning to feed and be fed
I understand now that I was trying to force feed my love to a boy that knew his allergy. He should have told me -- the chef of my love -- that he wasn't ready, wasn't able to eat. He should have read the menu and politely declined. And I may have sent him on his way and we both would have enjoyed a better suited meal to fuel Rather than pour into a malnourished body, mind, spirit.
taylor-belmer
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
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