I love my girls.

My friends are the petals to my roses, the laughter behind my red cheeks, and the warm sunrise after a cold winter. 

All I’ve ever known to be is the girl who asks to be loved. 

It wasn’t until after I spent time with myself, crying with company, that I realized all the love I ever wanted, I had from the very beginning. 

I want a glass of water, girls will bring ice. My back is sore, my mom has an empty bed. I want to believe again, my friends remind me how to laugh. If it begins to pour, I’m already placed underneath an umbrella.

I love and I live–

I couldn’t be more grateful and blessed.

I’m lucky and a millionaire to have the friends that I do.