Men don’t give a shit whether you work at McDonald’s or on Wall Street, if you’re unknown or famous, as long as you’re pretty and feminine.
Half of her wanted to wrap Niru in cotton wool and protect her from the rest of the world. The other half, the half that constantly told her she was never going to be as wanted, as loved, or as smart, whispered justice. And as much as she tried to kill the whispers, they had already dug their way into her heart and spread like cancer.
Love isn’t about playing games, or waiting for someone to make a move. Love isn’t about getting jealous, overanalyzing the small things, or worrying about winning all the time. Love shouldn’t be about trying to end up being the one who doesn’t get hurt.
Maybe you’re reading this as someone who is in a relationship, maybe you just got out of one or into one, maybe you hate the idea of givin’ someone out there a key to the edifice of your very soul because of all the vulnerability that’d demand. What if that person left you? Then what do you do?