How amazing is it though that I have someone who loves me if I'm not the fastest runner, the best writer, the person who can bring the best laughs, who doesn't care if I talk about the things that I love. Someone who puts me first, and not new founded friends (even though they are always accepted), someone who loves every ounce of my annoying, stuttering, and not so-good storying self.
It's a hard pill to swallow - rejection, but to be honest I'm accepted.
