He asks what it is I really want, with tear stained skin he gazes at me, my heart skips a beat... and my brain pauses. Breathing stops.
i remember what we were talking about.. what I want. . .
What I want is a life defined by no one but me. I want to live outside the boxes designed, defined, and designated by society.
I want to be the independent, free-spirited, spit fire, rapid tongued, no nonsense type of woman I was raised to be.
The type that uses her mind and not her heart to male those serious, life altering decisions I should have already made by now. I want to be the type of woman that years from now makes her daughter proud to want to e like. I want to be someone who loves and honors herself and the responsibilities she carries. I want to be more than what is expected of me.
I want to be able to express how i feel in real life, with more than action...
I want to live an honest life. I want to not be the cause of your troubles, your pain, your tears, i want to not be the reason that you are stuck here in this moment of life. I want to not be your excuse, your reason for holding yourself back. I want to not confuse you.
I want to not want anything more than what I have.
