I know there is so much earth left to discover, so much soft sand or hard ground for my feet to feel. So many people I have left to meet, so many lips to kiss, so many stories to write.
You begin to feel true, uninhibited happiness.
A love that covers everything else, like a thick layer of sunscreen. A love that fills our long, slow days like a favorite song played on repeat.
What matters is how you get up.
You became the place where I felt the safest, the most like myself. And I got lost in the security that only a well-built home can provide.
No matter where you are, or what transition you are facing, know this—change is a chance for rebirth.
Never feel like you are a weak woman, because only a self-assured and confident woman can be vulnerable.
Here you are, four years later, standing at the exact same spot you were as a freshman. Tugging on the cords of your graduation gown, messing with the stupid cap that never seems to sit right on your head.
We’re burning, melting into one another. Growing bigger, brighter.
How you compare to the past loves.