Who says you need to love to be happy?
Seems I've never felt that way about anyone, and I'm probably one of the happiest people alive.
Independenceis more important to me than love, and it will always be. I'm the only person who will always be there for me, and who won't hurt me in anyway. Love is a nice idea, but independence is a nice reality any day.




There stood a time when we were livid,
Careless laughter and hair tosses amongst all other things.
Praised with our innocence, sheltered from harm, we thought we were invincible.
We used to sit under the shade of the trees, and feel the warm breeze sweep by us under summer skies,
Telling stories of harmful kisses and toying with hearts,
And never looking back.
We used to say we'd be like this forever, unchanging, unbreakable, never letting go,
Our friendships were sacred, but taken for granted.
Little did we know, the present becomes a memory,
The memory becomes forgotten, and what was once your childhood
becomes nothing more than footsteps in the sand.
Now you lie awake, sheltering yourself from harm (although quite impossible),
Breakable, fragile.
You may have grown up, but you have become exposed.
And having a larger frame, and a larger heart truly does not make you stronger.