So it didn't go how I had planned... or originally hoped. But that's okay. There was a sort of peace I felt afterwards that replaced the insecurities.
I may have a weak little heart, but it's getting stronger.
I may not be the most confident, but I know myself well enough to love what I have.
Mom's tell us all through childhood "At least you tried."
Some tell you that's to cushion the blow of losing.
But I think there's truth there.
What did I lose?
Nothing.
What did I gain?
A lot.
And all because I tried.
I put myself out there, and although the results weren't ideal, they worked for me.
There's still hope.
And I've got a tight grip on it.
Here's to silly crushes.
Glad they bring some good.
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