You forget she may be all those things. But she isn’t you.
Sorry I can no longer put your needs above my own.
Find a girl whose contours do not snag beneath your touch, who has not traded her tears for thorns, her skin for armor.
Thank you for helping me understand men like you never change.
Hearts as valuable as yours were never made for careless hands.
Maybe you will find him. Maybe you won’t. Either way, it doesn’t matter.
What others choose to believe of us is not the truth. It is only their opinion. Only their judgement. Only the evidence of their unenlightened heart.
Don’t let them. Listen for the sound of your own name. For here lies everything you are. Everything they are afraid of. Everything they will never be.
You are so much more than you see.
Nobody has the right to hold you prisoner to your mistakes when they don’t know a damn thing about the choices you had to choose from and how hard you fought just to survive.