Self-love is a lesson that you keep learning over and over again.
When I was in the second grade, I liked a little curly headed boy named Milton. I was so smitten that I drew hearts, with arrows through them, on construction paper that said “I love Milton”. Young and naïve, I convinced myself that he was my boyfriend. One afternoon, I talked to him on the phone (for the first and last time). During this brief conversation – that I am sure my mother wasn’t aware of – Milton informed me that I was merely one of several girlfriends. In fact, he told me that I was #3 and proceeded to name the holders of the coveted 1st and 2nd place. I remember asking him why I couldn’t be #1.