Dear boys I fancied when I was in my teens -
I forgive you for not liking me back. I was childish, more than a little annoying and not sure of my place in the world.
I know now and I think that you helped me find it.
(and, to be fair, you probably weren’t half the men I thought you were).
Love,
Nuttycow at the wise old age of 28.
This post is part of Hope’s 30 days of truth series.
Part 4: Something you have to forgive someone for.
Part 3: Something you have to forgive yourself for
boys. tut. still the same no matter what age you are.
What, not fancying me? Well… you have a point
Yes, awesome.
Thanks…
Not sure what’s awesome. The fact that they didn’t like me. The fact I forgive them or the fact I’m now better for it.
SO true. Ditto this to all the boys I liked…
It’s funny looking back at the kind of guys I used to fancy. Why?
!
You don’t count.
Bloody hell, new layout, that’s impressive.
you don’t have to sound quite so impressed. It’s not finished yet. There’s that weird thing over there I don’t like (and don’t know how to get rid of)
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