I've not really been one to ever let myself be overly emotional about relationships, so it wouldn't make sense for me to barrel full-force into oversized valentines day cards, stuffed bears carrying hearts and triumphantly pull out and a box of chocolates and say THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE ONE.
I do not see myself as a problem. I do not need to be fixed. I think I am a puzzle piece that ended up in a bag of mixed up puzzle pieces, who are simply trying to work out what the riot of reds, a sweep of blues, and garish purples amount to. It's a hard job for anyone to do, really.
We need to see our whole complete teen, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty something selves and we need to love each and every version of us.
The sun is still in the sky and shining above you. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.
