Once upon a time, there was a princess of a very small kingdom. Twice in her life, suitors passed the customary tests and won her hand, but twice just as the time came to fully establish their claim, they lost interest. The first saw bigger and more complex kingdoms just over the horizon, and was…
I don’t ask to be loved despite my flaws. I don’t ask that anyone love me at all. When it happens, I am grateful. When it doesn’t, I get over it. I know I’m not the only woman in the world or the prettiest. I won’t even tell a guy that nobody will love him…
[caption id="attachment_355" align="alignleft" width="225" caption="April 2, 2011 Swimming in my clothes"][/caption] The gloom seems to have been a phase. Since that day, I seem to be well sorted and strangely more attractive. Perhaps not sexually so, but sentimentally, which is fine. Even my dance has shifted a bit. I was using mostly Arab music, but…
There can be only one me.