I used to be that woman who begged for love, who waited for a man to tell her she wasn’t broken….but I wasn’t broken. I became one of those women who had no room for a man because her car was full of flowers and pastries. I became one of those women that men don’t know how to love because they just weren’t quite sure where to put their hands, where to kiss. I became one of those women that men tried to capture and hold close…one of those women that slip through their fingers.
You see, I fell in love with life
and the wind whispered,

‘Why didn’t you stay? 
Why didn’t you fight?’

I did fight.

I just didn’t fight for him anymore.

I fought for me.