Wait a minute,

I just figured it out.

I thought I knew, hell,

at one point, I thought I was. But more often than not, wait a minute , actually that’s a lie.

Let’s not mince words. I never have.

I claimed and said and convinced whole or half-heartedly proclaimed.

Most embarrassing things come in groups.

This revelation came this morning.

All by itself,

I’m forty years old and I’ve never in my whole life gives birth to this feeling.

The shades of grey are no longer.

I will make mistakes; I will be selfish, I’m sure. I want to claim it solely as mine. Get a personal stamp made, tag it with a permanent marker. Go vigilante if anything tried to steal it back.

This morning doing my hair, wham, I felt loved. Not in the same bed, room or bloodline.

I feel for the first time what ”to be loved.” Is.

A card addressed to me, scripted by another.

From,

Blue.