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?
Ask me shit.
I know a lot about photography and music if you’re interested in that.
Or if you want to be nosey go for that too just tryna answer some questions. Be mean if you want.