I am impatient.

Telling yourself that you have grown up enough just makes you feel more naive. Despite the fact that I do unquestionably know that I will keep my heart for her, it never will nullify how this feels like waiting. And it shouldn’t. And that’s how I know I need more time, that we need more time. That I am not the person I want to be when I am with her.

I may be new to love, but that does not make me out of touch with my heart. One who has been through various trials of love is not more sure of knowing she’s the one than the thoughts and wishes of a younger heart. Now I know experience is not irrelevant, but it is certainly not deciding. That is not how love works. And if I’m wrong, that is not how I work. And thus, I would always get frustrated when she’d discount my understanding of myself, when I would tell her she’s the only one I would love.