Sometimes I write things and hesitantly post them only to pull them back because I get shy about things that no one else would understand. Sometimes, I write things that are sad to me because they’re about old friends that I was in love with once in ways I could never talk about out loud because it wouldn’t be coherent. So pieces like that are not the kind I find myself looking back on fondly because I presented the moment accurately - they’re the kind of pieces I look back on later and cringe because the affection you sometimes find yourself having for people is great and charged with wonder and tormenting and exhausting and rarely makes sense.
