subject line: I should be writing an essay but nostalgia

 

Under My Pink Blanket

I used to come here, years ago, and read the stories of boys who broke hearts and girls who felt lost. I used to think I loved him, and found a piece of me in all the emails about boys just like him or girls just like me.

And a long time ago now I realized he never cared for me, and what I felt wasn’t really love. But I’m back here again, now truly in love with a man I am going to marry one day, and I am grateful for every step that has bought me to this place.