Notice the people who are happy for your happiness, and sad for your sadness. They’re the ones who deserve special places in your heart.
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?
do you ever get random bursts of confidence and plan to do something then later wither in shyness