I am.

  I am so much more than just a broken heart.   I’m the fire that urges you to make something out of your life. I’m the rage you feel when you see dishonesty. I’m the pain that stops you from breathing. I’m fire. I’m rage. I’m pain.   I’m the passion that stirs your

In love!

My soul sister and me, were wondering the other day ~ Why are we happily single? Is it a phrase we simply use to conform to the world’s standards of the opposite of committed? Or is it something we say aloud to pacify ourselves that we really are happy looking at our friends getting lost