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Everyone questions whether they are worthy of love. At some point we wonder if the person staring back at us in the mirror will be enough for someone else. Whether consciously or unconsciously, most of us eagerly anticipate and yet fear the answer. For me, my early days of seeking love were largely unconscious.
My earliest memory was second grade. And, his name was David Shields. As is typical of memories from such an early age, I remember more how David made me feel than about things he said or did, how he looked or what others thought of him. David was my friend. But, in reality I had a crush on him. At least as much as an eight year old could crush on another eight year old. We played on the playground together, we teased each other in class and we shared our lunches with each other. We got teased that we were going to get married, and my name would be Sheila Shields. He was the only one of my classmates to give me a going away present when I moved out of state - his prized pencil case filled to the brim with all the best colored pencils and cool almost toy-like erasers.
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AuthorA former corporate online marketing and communications professional, in 2021 Long Covid redirected me. I am revisiting my passion for writing. You are the unfortunate witness to that journey. Categories
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