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?
”..And your cheeks hurt so much from smiling. You smile so much people think something’s wrong with you.
Love is light. Acceptance. Fire…
Making mad stupid jokes. And not even wanting to go to sleep, cuz then you might be without ‘em for a minute- And you don’t want that.
It’s like you become more you. Which normally is like….KABOOM- but, now it’s okay..because the person like, whoever, they chose to take all that on. All that weird stuff. Whatever’s wrong, or bad, or hiding in you. Suddenly it’s alright. You don’t feel like such a freak anymore.
It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home. Thanks for asking.”