tea with jesus (part 2)


spring 2017

the first time a guy told me he loved me, i short-circuited and hid in a closet.

i’ve always had a complicated relationship with love. it seemed to be a refuge for the weak, for people who were too insecure to be alone. and that shit hurts when it goes away.

who fucking needs love, I thought. i’m strong enough to take care of myself.

and then this happened.