Who I am is defined by what I love. This is what I love
I only ride with who I’ve walked with. I only eat with who I’ve starved with. Everybody look at you strange, saying that you’ve changed. Like you work that hard to stay the same.
You are a woman.
That alone is everything.
You were already a completed poem the moment you left your mother’s womb.
Introverts don’t get lonely if they don’t socialize with a lot of people, but we do get lonely if we don’t have intimate interactions on a regular basis.