Respect her.

She is not there for your convenience,

she is there because she wants to be.

If she makes time for you,

respect it.

It is a gift.

If she talks to you,

don’t just listen.

Hear her.

She wants to be heard.

If she touches your heart,

carry her there always.

She is not random chance,

or a gamble.

She is not a toy.

She is light…

not just a random spark

in the ether –

she is the fucking sun.

She is silver light

on the horizon…

~C.