I'm not even sure I want a husband at all-- at least, the title. I'm not against marriage-- marriage is beautiful-- I just don't need it to validate me or validate the love in my life that is perfectly ok, as is. But this statement, I hear it all the time— in fact, I heard [...]
I spread my arms out, on the back of the Vespa on a quiet street at sunrise. Eyes closed. Wind kissing my skin. A series of inhales and breaths out. Deeper than ever.