To all the boys I’ve loved before,

I’ll be honest, I never really loved you.

Heavy-lidded eyes with heavy dreams to match, scattered across post-its you hide in a drawer away from the eavesdropping eyes of the world. Dubbed: “For my eyes only”

Even though the people were well meaning, those sentences are forever burned into my memory. These kinds of sentiments, even well intentioned, stick with me because they make me feel as though there is some sort of problem. And that the problem is me.