I am sorry for making you second-guess my feeling towards you. The truth of the matter is I am far from perfection. I eat, drink, and breathe, but not perfectly. Instead I leave crumbs, spill on occasion, and sometimes gasp for air. My love is here but not perfect. I write eloquently but speak inarticulately. I am a hot-mess in a cold night. I am your tragic blessing.
Author: Dru Macasieb
Hi, I'm Dru. I am a a life-long learner, educator, web designer, and entreprenur. I am a US Army veteran, business professional, and I currently work in higher education. Academically, I have holds a BA in Liberal Studies, BS in Web Design and Development, an MBA, and MA in Organizational Leadership. He is currently facinated with AWS, UX/UI, and Dropshipping.
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