Vulnerable Moments: Words On Falling For The Wrong One
It's incredible how many steps ahead I am of the old me who penned the below words hella moons ago. I was in, (love?) (lust?) (confusion?) let's just say an alternative reality with a young man who found refuge in my vulerability.
In my opinion, if God ever rocked with our kinship it was for maybe three days over an I don't know, five year period lolol. Back then I was intrigued by the dark side and found achievement in piecing back together broken men... or at least attempting to.
Anyways, there will be more on the lessons learned from this spiraling experience. But for now, here's something I found in an old email...