
Be in your own skin, as an act of self-loving.

Everything was illuminated. Everything was connected. Everything was one. Everything was love.

She held herself until the sobs of the child inside subsided entirely. I love you, she told herself. It will all be okay.

It hadn't ever been on the table. Commitment had never been an option. There was never any love.

When do we get to the part where I get inspired by this wonder boy and my seriously bitchy attitude toward men is miraculously healed?