Avira

Will make myself the woman of my dreams

When people think I moved on, but I still but two fridge magnets at every place i go.

Perhaps : a thread

It's May. But I'm stuck with you in March.

I wish you were a kinder sea.

The little boy. He once was, turning into the monster I see now. Or was that monster always there, that I couldn't see due to the blind on my eyes. I wish I had seen what he showed me earlier. I wish the wolves were more visible than the sheep. But had I done anything different? Would I not love that child?

You were the poison I drank everyday to keep myself alive.

Women need to form more communities. Help each other. Love each other. Grow each other. Heal each other.

Be difficult. Ask for more. Have the audacity. Make your own path. Make your own life. Make your own mistakes.

You're like a wildflower. Making the wild in me more beautiful with your existence.

Love is dried flowers on the bedside table he gave you two days before ending things with you. Love is you refusing to throw them even two weeks later because you're not ready to let go. Love is not calling them. Love is letting go. Love is wishing them the best. Love is randomly wondering if he slept well. Love is being content with the thought he's not thinking the same about you.