All I wanted was to receive the love I gave.
A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.
The people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, no matter how far they wander.
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.