“Maybe it’s not about whether my crushes work out in the end. Maybe it never was. Maybe it’s about letting myself have them. Letting myself feel love and lust and heartbreak, my own version of magnificent misery in the process, and never changing my heart for anyone’s benefit but my own. I don’t mind being the lover, the one who waits, but I won’t hesitate to love myself with all I’ve got in the meantime.”
