I am hope. I am rebirth. I am a journey. I am the destination.
How beautiful. How special. How free.
You ask me how many people I have slept with. I never understand this question.
I learn because I push forward anyway, despite your many warnings.
If this isn’t love, then it’s ok.
I am surrounded by compassion and empathy the second I stop to look for it.
I love me precisely because I don’t always deserve it.
I want to be me in a world that says I must choose ‘either/or’. I want to choose ‘and’.