Squall


“What if my dream home is not a mansion,

but someone waiting for me,

someone to dine and chat with

and someone to rub my back after a long day’s work?
What if, at the end of the day, my comfort is

not to arrive home to trophies and fancy things

but to see the person I love on the front door, smiling?
What if I don’t desire the things you want for me

and don’t grow to be someone you expect me to be?

What if, what I really want is just to be me —

to be free to choose who to love, 

be loved,

and be happy?”
(Artwork -unknown )

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