I traced “I love you” into your skin with my finger tips, hoping that the fierceness of my affections would seep into you soul.
So I grew up being one of the boys, and because of that I learned to hate things that were associated with girls. I hated dancing, I hated expressing my feelings, and I hated Feminism.
Sometimes you need another person in your corner; not telling you how to do something, but telling you to do it, to follow in whatever direction you started for.
I turned my back on everyone, walking away with my middle finger in the air and my suitcase at my side. I left, but they followed.