It's Too Easy To Be Myself With

Stop It, Mom, You're Making Me Blush.

I Wrapped My Arms Around His Neck And Pulled Myself Closer To Him Until My Lips Touched His.

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.

Stop Being So… Optimistic. It’s Getting On My Nerves.

You’ve Never Been A Teenager, Sweetie. You Know What’s Best For You.