Ashe, all these years down the lane, I feel like a mess of rejection. Rejected in love, rejected in spaces that would have meant more. I'm hopeful everytime I get rejected and then again the cycle repeats itself. It is just me? And sorry.

Oh, sweetheart, I am a jumble of unanswered text messages, of estranged friends and past-loves, of ‘I love you but not like that’s. You are still worthy of love. You will still find someone who loves you. In the mean time, try your best to be kind to yourself.

I love you.