hearttalk, life, love, poem, poetry, quotes, reflections, Uncategorized, writter, Writtersofwordpress Posted by E. D. on February 2, 2020 I’m my best friend. I’m my worst critic. And I’m my only solace in melancholy. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard finding someone who loves me right. Because no one can quite love me how I do. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading...