I laughed it off at school and cried it out at home.
I had just turned 18 and I was terrified of the life I had ahead of me.
So I took a deep breath, let my fingers trail over my body one more time, and thought to myself, that maybe I was allowed to love myself like this.
I am learning to take the word ‘just’ out of my vocabulary when describing myself. I am learning that I am not just a woman or just a friend or just a blogger on Word Press.
We’re in love. But we’re young. So let’s meet again some day.
wildly craving to remain unexplained
You suffered through the storm of pain that poured down on your soul.