An aura of mystery surrounds you and it intrigues me how you keep looking longingly at the ground beneath your feet.

You are the one they left behind.

But darling, there is fire running through your veins. You can’t sink back into obscurity just because you don’t want to be misunderstood. Being understood is overrated anyway.

For all I know, we are made of sugar and spice, so take your sweet time. A broken heart needs time to heal before being able to breathe life again.