In actuality, I you were mine all along. Sometime the fog of life hides us from our greatest experiences. Things distracts us from what we actually deserve, especially when we don’t feel as though we deserve them. Over and over again, Day in and day out this is worth the unknown.

Her heart forgives, endlessly. It’s not because she has forgotten what has already been done but how it has mold her. You can either take or she will leave it. I mean the pretty girl who has her world might not actually need you.

Yes I look like a flower but understand that the only way I’ve become this beautiful I had to survive many storms. My scars tell my story and mold me to the person God made me for you. Thank you for loving all of me.