I love me. My indecision and awkwardness. My radical honesty and compulsiveness.
Being alone isn’t always bad. You get to know you, what you enjoy and what you hate.
Don’t blame yourself for compromising, for being vulnerable, for letting yourself feel.
My love is too easy to have it thrown in my face My love is too real to have it thrown in my face My love is too pure to have it thrown in my face
I'm sorry I changed I'm sorry I blocked you I'm sorry I gave up on you