I'm Just a Girl

At my most vulnerable moments, I know what I want...

I’m just a girl. Once you strip away the independence, the pride, the roots, the job, the background, the degree and the title—I’m just a girl. I’m a girl who wants to be loved. Yes, I’m admitting it…I want to be loved, I want to be cared about, thought of, looked after—I want to be someone’s. But it’s hard to admit that…It’s hard to strip away all those layers and expose the core.  Because at the core is vulnerability. At the core is innocence. At the core is me.  The real me. The me that he doesn’t see. The me that I won’t let him see. The me that cries when she watches Lifetime movies. The me that is lonely when he leaves. The me that cares when she hurts his feelings. But that me is hidden by layers and layers of defense mechanisms brought on by years of hurt, years of heartache, and years of pain…

*Photo by Jesse Therrien