This isn’t about wanting approval or validation of my opinions. This is a warning, from a girl with fire in her heart and too many thoughts in her head, to stop making me feel as if my opinions don’t matter.
I have a usual reaction to strangers calling out to me on the street and giving me names I haven’t chosen, and don’t want, for myself. I’ve been conditioned to let them off with a heavy sigh and an eye roll.
When I’m lost for words or out of inspiration, it’s always your eyes I try and describe; even though they’re not the kind that could be captured by a half-thought out metaphor. And I don’t think there’s a word in the dictionary that could describe the way I felt when you looked at me.
I don’t want to be the love-sick little girl you can’t seem to shake. I’m so much more than that.