Love continues to mean different things to me every day. I strive to keep up.
All types of love.
Loving life. Loving New York. Loving myself. Loving the people who complete me. Loving without selfishness. Loving fully. Love with no boundaries. Love without walls. Love from afar. Hope for love. Believing in love. Love full of patience and plenty of room to grow.
Loving enough to let go.
And all of theses thoughts make me who I am. And although I know you will linger until the end of time, I will never regret not being yours, because once you were mine.