Some people believe love changes us I don’t I think love reveals us it shows the places we’ve hidden the rooms we’ve locked the truths we’ve postponed sometimes it asks us to wait sometimes it asks us to leave sometimes it asks us to become someone we have never been If this story means anything…
While you were turning in circles trying to decide which life could forgive you I was changing quietly not all at once not in some bright cinematic moment where the music rises and I suddenly know my worth No it happened in silence in the mornings when I reached for my phone and stopped in…