Sometimes the healthiest thing we can do is make a fool of ourselves.
I wonder how many times I’ve walked by a person who actually found me attractive.
I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.
Finding someone who thinks you’re interesting enough to talk to you every day, whether they’re a friend or a lover, is one of the best feelings ever.
