When we were younger, it was so easy to pull petals off a flower or ask the magic eight ball if we wanted to know how a guy felt. Ah, if love were really that simple. But maybe it is. We just make it difficult.
There’s beauty in being different like me. To have been to the depths of Hell and emerge victoriously. To know that in life, you can’t be afraid to go after what you want. To have the courage to say, I know what I deserve and I refuse to settle for anything less.