It took me a long time to get over what loving you did to me. I was lost like a boat without a rudder or sail. Even adrift I was still headed somewhere, I just didn’t know my destination. Then I found out. I arrived right where I was, able and ready to love again. B.M.
If I am to be fallen into love, I will.
And if as a result I will appear to be stupid,
disillusioned, and of poor judgment, I will.
And I would be damned if I cared what other people think.
For I would rather be thought of as all of these things, than not love.
If in loving, I become the naked woman on the horse,
I will ride that horse with my head held high.
This is my spirit. I am unbreakable.