Her

I am the kind of woman...
who will sit and enjoy beach for hours
and curl up happily while listening to your story
smile like I'm fine when I'm not
make you laugh a lil' bit when you want to cry
worry more about you than myself
fall over laughing at the dumbest things
always forgive but never forget

who loves so many, and hates so few
who stay speechless while her heart is skipping some beats :)
who cries not because she's weak,
but maybe because she's been strong too long

from the beginning until now...
it turns out I was still that kind of woman
I have to deal with it

and after over 30 years...

I accept 'her'.


"how others see you, is not important...how you see yourself means everything."