1. believing I was important.
2. believing good things could happen to me.
two things that can really mess you up.
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
who ever said using proper english and complete sentences wasn’t attractive?