You were a good actress, pretending to be burnt by the heat of the tea. You still are a great actress, pretending you don’t feel tired. You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. You told me that the weight you carry was carried by your mother, and her mother before her.
I got so used to fighting that I don’t know how to lower the gloves and say the fight is over.
I will not let you think that you or anyone else is entitled to tell me that my body is your problem.
At least, don’t just tell them that.
We’ve all been there: You meet someone you think is amazing and that brings out the best in you.