I desire candlelit dinners in foreign cities.
And kisses at midnight.
I desire the excitement that is cultivated after passionate conversations.
And reading books in dim light.
I desire to explore the beaches of the world.
And staying in on Sunday mornings.
I desire to shape the future.
And living with the man I love, wearing his ring.
And yet, above most, I desire feeling at home.
In my heart, and soul.
Void of confusion that arises from self-doubt and a mind that roams.
Fueled by self-confidence, and a belief that regardless of what comes next: I’ve got this, I’m in control.
This is my manifesto.