Writing “The Love List” has brought to the surface a few of the inner debates I’ve been having for a while now. I’ve got the image of this perfect-for-me man in my head and our perfect-for-us-relationship… and yet I feel unworthy of it all. I don’t feel this way because I have low self-esteem or self respect but more because I have enough to know that there’s still a lot of things I need to work on for me. I love myself enough to know that I still have a lot of growing to do, a lot of “being on my own” to do, and the truth is… I don’t mind that so much. I’m young, and I’m in no rush… but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with knowing what I want eventually.