It took me four years of dating and three men to have a boyfriend.

The first man made me cry. I thought that he liked me because he took pictures of my naked body when I was just a kid…

The next one lied. I thought he liked me because he told me nice things and gave me attention, come to find out he was married and I didn’t know a thing about him…

Then, at 20 years old, you came into my life. We went on real dates. You took me seriously. You helped me take myself seriously.

Then you said “Let me know when you decide to grow up”

Well, I’m older now and things are going better. I think about you a lot. I might even reach out, one of these days… but for now I’m embarrassed