The older I get, the more I realize that love isn’t just about words, it’s about effort. The way someone consistently makes room for you in their schedule says a lot about how much they value you and the place you hold in their life.
More than anything, I want to remain movable. I want to be willing to release what has finished, reach for what is beginning, and accept that sometimes the bridge between the life I have and the life I want is simply the decision to move.
I love a man who calls me while he’s outside. I mean technically you’re not supposed to be outside bc this is my dictatorship but yes call me and make sure the outside activities are approved by the queen.