Right now life teaching me detachment. Nothing’s really mine. People come and go. Moments pass. Love shifts. It’s all temporary. I’m learning to enjoy things without gripping them too tight. To accept when energy changes. To let go when it’s time.
Having a job and living alone is such a crazy combo. You go home, shower, eat, scroll through your phone, and stay silent until you talk to someone at work the next day.
"If you don't want my wife to hear, don't tell me ooo"
AVOID men like this. You go think say na play. It is funny that they think they are being cute and romantic. Proper mumu