The most beautiful thing is that despite the shallow life we sometimes succumb to - the soul has no timeline and it knows what it wants and will yearn within until it seeks the journey

A fruitless year, take a fearless heartOne that blooms late will flourish in the dark

I was a late bloomer. I was still naïve about what 16 year olds today have known for years. I remember sitting up and taking notice—of the world, my body, others—in a way never before experienced. I noticed boys, or rather they noticed me, at 16.

Her take is that I'm just a late bloomer - that I'm taking forever to ruin my life, she's running out of patience.