She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
This is one of the most freeing statements I have seen in a while
love is not possession
again, love. Is. Not. Possession. (via verucadarling)
Andy. 21. Vietnamese/Chinese/French. University of California: Irvine.
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