One is a whole number. I can exist on my own. I can cook for myself. I can breathe for myself. I can speak for myself. I can take care of myself.
It’s not as if I was born with someone to do those things for me. I was born alone. I have no problem dying alone. I have long chosen a world with no one but me.
Well, that was before you, honey.
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In response to Monday Morning Melts #3: In Your Hands- Jason Mraz. This is a prompt I am co-hosting with my dear friend Jade!