I’m starting to realize that confessing your love is more selfish than effective.
We see someone. We like someone.
Then give them our feelings to deal with.
And then what? What are they to do with it? What do you expect?
Imagine waking up, fresh and well experienced in your young age.
Then, upon stepping outside to in-take a breath of fresh air, you find a baby.
In waiting. In a basket. On your doorstep. What then?
Foster care? Cops? I guess I’m a parent now? Hit up grandma or mom?
It’s not so simple.
Sircharlesthepoet 