Let her bloom.
She doesn’t expect you make her feel complete.
I am not afraid to feel the wind through my hair, the sun on my face, a backpack on my shoulders and a map in my hands.
It’s her. It’s just the way she is. She’s used to being alone and that’s okay. She’s gotten accustomed to fending for herself without having to think about anyone else.
We choose to be in relationship because we like you, not because we can’t live without you.