A woman is only vulnerable when her nail polish is drying, and even then she can still pull a trigger.
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. 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?
Never let the things you want make you forget the things you have. #gratitude