Loves me? Don't you love me?
THEN I LOVE ME 🔥

As a child, every time I saw a flower, I plucked it up and proceeded excited to know what fate was in store for me.

But what a great responsibility that ordinary flower had to exercise, that I dare to swear it was only there fulfilling its mission on earth.

To add a bit of complexity to the matter, whenever the results did not look good, I was really disappointed and without a doubt I threw all my misery on the poor flower.

And yes, I was a girl ... still she grows up with the need to always fit in and belong to something or someone and I was really tired of feeling that, I wanted to be mine, because I had definitely noticed that every time she loved me, love that I had for others came from the nobler side of my soul, obviously struggling with the discourses of "love" that definitely come from attachment.

There is no longer room for questions that only caused me pain, so much love that I am depositing in myself is reflected in the people I live with today.

- MELANINE
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