Im happy i took my boy out for Ramen. It was unexpected, but i met you. Here i am thinking youre just a cute girl working at a Ramen House, turns out your a model, a photographer, an artist, has a kind soul, and quirky taste. Lets see where this goes yea?
I’ve fallen in love, I’ve been broken hearted, I’ve learned to forgive to accept to take chances to feel angry to meet , to hope, to keep trying, what I’m afraid of is living a life without finding someone to do the same with. I wanna share my world my view the beauty of this city to grow and discover parts of me untouched. I wanna share this with my children and the beautiful girl that will have them. That’s what will bring me happiness. That I can die for that I will fight for that I will live for.
Damaged people, those with “baggage”, need to be trusted but cannot be. For they are damaged and while wounds may heal. Scars stay, both mental and physical. I couldn’t hold a damaged person accountable for taboo but… It does still bother me.
There’s a breeze….
Shame is the deeply held belief that, at core, there is something wrong with me. So, no matter what I do, or how hard I try, I’ll never measure up and be good enough. Thus, I expect other people to reject me in the end, and deep down inside I reject myself.