Looking at my own flaws I realize I actually do come off as a conservative, as liberal as I am. I am an introvert; Van Gogh, Ernest Hemingway, Walt Whitman, Anne Bradstreet descendent.
It’s hard. The stubbornness that comes with being a Taurus, the feeling that you do not have to conform and be on your hands and knees for someone. The need to always be right, for things to always go your way. That’s why when things get out of my control, I go fucking crazy.
He said to me, “You know when I handed you water and you pushed me away and slammed the door in my face, I still looked at you and thought, ‘I love this girl, I forever will.’” I did not know this feeling existed in this day and age. It frightens me. But love is kind. Love is patient. Love.