I didn’t feel enough. I’d always compare myself to others, wishing I could be someone else. I‘d stand next to others who would receive compliments while I never got any. I wouldn’t have cared who it came from, it just would’ve been nice to hear how much someone appreciated me back then because I always kept wondering what was wrong with me. Maybe it would have opened my eyes sooner. Maybe I wouldn’t have messed up my opportunity to be with you.

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