November 28, 2016
I slowly got the hang of it, confidence. Being sure. I learned from you. Sometimes, it seems if we didn't meet, I would still be that hesitant person, always stepping back and stepping back, not able to go anywhere without a "But am I sure?" I've watched you barge into doors like danger isn't a thing, that if there were knives in a room and you were hit, unsuspecting, you would look at the knives on your body and say "Ooops, wrong door, but I'm here anyway so let's go." Pardon the imagery, I feel you could've written this better.