Signed LCM + JMJ
I hate cleaning my room. Opening old drawers. I dont want to look at my past like that. I dont want to relearn secrets that I have already forgotten. But today I opened the bottom drawer where I kept all my notes. I opened one. One that told me I was beautiful. My eyes, my voice, my smile, everything about me was beautiful to my admirer. As I realize who it was from, I crumbled it up and shoved it back. It was from an old friend who fell in love with me, but we have since moved on.