I feel independent.
My arms have been freed of the metal chaining them to the earth.
My captor is gone, and he can't destroy me with words anymore.
I love, and I am loved.
Love can be suffocating,
But it can also be liberating.
The love I speak of is not one of hearts and chocolates and hands held.
Mine is of smiles and giggles and bright eyes of young girls in a circle.
My love is saved for those who make me laugh like no others.
My love is meant for the ones who accept me,
The first ones who I told who I am.
And the first ones to tell me that was okay.
I feel loved.
I feel happy.
