I hope I never become too busy to notice the small evidence that life is going right. A good conversation. A safe journey home. A meal you enjoyed. A laugh you didn't plan. Those moments count too.
Some women don’t flirt with people. They flirt with life. Extra twenty minutes at the café. Fresh flowers for no reason. Music while getting dressed. Taking the scenic way because the sky looks good. There’s a little romance happening between her and being alive.
having countless strangers tell you how bright your light is is so special i struggle to find the words in the moment to express what it means to hear that people see me esp after ive been so mishandled repeatedly. go where you are seen and appreciated always.