I am mine, before I am anyone else’s.
My laugh is loud and my words are deep.
I forgive, but never forget.
I am friendly, but not to be taken advantage of.
I love long, but never easily.
My hugs are warm, but not given lightly.
I see through bullshit, but never accept it.
He wanted me to change all these or maybe just a few, so loving me would be easier. But he was a fool, because I wasn’t meant to be loved easily.
I was meant to be loved intensely, passionately, swiftly, and unconditionally.
After all, it’s the way I love myself because I am mine before I am anyone else’s.
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