I worship the Creator,
not the creation.
This love will infiltrate
every aspect of my life.
Please do not expect any different.
I am proud to have made it this far.
Please do not say,
“You’ve changed,”
as if you expect me to stay stagnant.
I hate complacency.
When I am stressed, I bake.
Please eat the cookies
or brownies
or whatever.
I am a textbook introvert.
Sometimes I won’t go out for days–
you will think something is wrong.
Nothing is wrong.
Once, a boy I loved told me to,
“Get a life.”
This is simple--
I enjoy my life
whether or not you think it is boring
is of no consequence.
If you do think it is boring,
you are more than welcome to leave.
I crave meaningful conversation;
I do not have time for trivial chit-chat.
Sometimes I am uncomfortably introspective,
other times I could talk your ear off.
Please be honest if either of these bother you.
Certain noises make me want to scream,
or rip my hair out,
whichever comes first.
I am selfish–
I will readily give up
every single thing
to ensure the well-being of others;
and then I will be bitter.
I make terrible jokes.
You don’t have to laugh,
but I do hope you realize I’m trying.
My heart has been taught to be cynical
and in turn, I have trouble seeing the best in people.
Instead, I see what they are capable of.
But I am an encourager,
and in the same way,
I will see the good that you are capable of
and I will enable you.
I silently analyze everything.
My intuition is almost always right.
I hate sarcasm.
Like really, truly hate it.
When I am hurt,
I will be silent.
My silence is not indicative of anger.
Some days anxiety will reside in my chest,
leaving me tired and achy.
I will get through it.
I am a very patient person,
but if you consistently test me
I will slowly resign myself.
I will do everything for you--
it will wear me down.
Please remind me to
take time for myself.
When I love another human being, I am all there.
This has come back to bite me.
Please do not say you love me
if that is not a weight that you are willing to bear.”

(H.R.)