I am slowly learning to look forward to tomorrow — even if tomorrow is a Monday.
I want to be around the people who love life, unapologetically.
It doesn’t make you a failure to miss someone. And it doesn’t make the life you have without them any less bountiful, impressive or meaningful.
I should enjoy inviting a man over on a Friday afternoon to make love and pleasure each other, to lay in each other’s sweat and passionate kisses, legs intertwined, because I can. Because I want to do it.