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.