to all the boys ive loved before

to moving on

to whoever reads,

this is probably weird and random but i was just scrolling through my emails and i saw one from wattpad about my lil book.

i just find it crazy how something that meant so much to you 2-3 years, could never come to mind at all. i guess that's just the beauty of maturing and moving on.

i know this is kinda cringing and weird that im writing this, but it's just crazy that i forgot about this.

ive learned that love is like the moon.

always showing new faces, ever-changing

let it is always there

to look at and feel

its calm light in the sky the

beautiful serenity of its existence.

yet as much as it is always there

never prioritize it over yourself. never

let your attraction and addiction to others hurt you.

you owe them nothing.

while you owe yourself everything.

love who you love, but never forget to love yourself.

you determine your life.

you determine you.

- an older, less pained m