When I was fifteen, I met my first love in driver's ed. He would fiddle with his rubik's cube and my heart-strings until they tore. We shared laughter, friends, and an elementary exploration of love. Our downfall, however, is that I didn't know how to love myself. I would reach for approval in the wrong people, and didn't know how to take accountability. Anyway, he introduced me to typing tests, and although I don't know if he'll ever see this, I just want him to know. I take accountability.