After the roller coaster of shit that has brought us here.... You say the words I miss you and it warms my heart. I am tired of trying to be something that I am not. I kept my dress shirts and my ties. Brown shoes, black shoes...always with the ties.

My honesty, my age and the tiredness in my bones. My playful heart that I don't want to hide. I say that it sounds good to hear you say the words you miss me. I am used to you saying that you want to see me. I think it was the first time you said that you missed me. I told you how good it felt to hear that and you called me a girl. I guess I am a girl.