My mom always told me to be kind to everyone, but especially to girls. I was to be equally kind to every single girl I came across because in my mom’s eyes I was never old enough to date. This was never an issue. I developed crushes, as any fourth or fifth grader does, but kept the opposite sex at bay with the barrier of … Continue reading My Apologies, Ma’am
Like most males, any romantic intentions I have are inevitably followed by a path of destruction with no prejudices. Introspectively, I know what’s wrong with me. I’m in love with the idea of love so much that I force myself to think I’ve fallen into it, only to remain firmly planted on the ground. I keep people close out of fear of losing anyone, no … Continue reading To the Women I’ve Hurt
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