I am not the same woman.
You made me this way.
I’ve become everything you knew I would be.
Love changes things.
But how could a five-letter word change who I am?
Why does it make me feel confident, sexy, and beautiful?
We meet again.
One look at you on display and it is clear that we were meant to be together.
I hear your gentle whisper… “Take me home. I’m yours!”
I open my wallet once more trying to make sense of my predicament.
It’s useless. We weren’t going to be together today but I swear, I’ll find a way.
