And I want someone to remind me how to be kind, to remind me that giving too much is not stupidity, that sharing your feelings is not weakness, and seeing the best in people is not naiveté. I want someone to tenderly and kindly give me their heart and lovingly guard mine.

I’ve probably spent half of my life apologizing and saying sorry for things that were out of my control, and weren’t anyone’s fault. I say sorry when someone else bumps into me at Starbucks, I say sorry when I get a different drink than I originally ordered and have to tell the barista. And this is why I’m finally done.