I had a boyfriend once.

I had a boyfriend once. I also had a gigantic photo album with me when I was with my boyfriend once. He picked it up and I said, "Oh, that'll take you forever to look through." He set it back down. I wished he hadn't. I wanted him to look through it. Then we broke up.

It used to be difficult for me to share myself with others. I'm so glad I've gotten over it. And, now I know, when I see someone who is the way I used to be-- to be gentle with them. And, now I know, when I perceive someone is sensitive to what I really need...that they're worth investing a little time on.