Been reading a short story by a friend, "God is a Chalk Artist." I feel it is about love and living. It's about the story called love in all the confusion and miscommunication. My story? Everyone's story?
This line, "The first time is awkward," rings so true with me. And yet, I believe we expect the first time to be amazing. I'm thinking it's time for me to accept the amazingly awkward firsts of life.
Reminds me of: