Six Years Later, And I Still Think About Him
I don’t mean to place the blame on him. I’m just embarrassed now, six years later, thinking of that night. I want to grab that 18-year-old version of myself and shake her. “Don’t let a boy make you feel less than, especially one you care so deeply about,” I would tell my teenager self. I’d warn young me to be honest, and what I wanted from this and what did he want.