Parties.
Sister.
Girlfriends.
Flings.
Goals.
That was 4 months ago.
Now, I cradle a world.
A world which blooms between our clasped hands.
It started with the little brushes of our fingertips
And defined when both interwined
I’m different yet same,
Not same yet different
(Because that means I don’t think I’ve changed inherently
... I have.)
Parties, sister, girlfriends, goals except for flings are present,
Albeit different.
I’m not sorry
And never will be even if it falls apart.
I’ve learnt too much
I’m just very blessed.
For I’ve found the soul and heart
That fills and drives my world.
