Don’t you dare, for one more second, surround yourself with people who are not aware of the greatness that you are.
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Tone it up, make it white.