Without change, there is no progress. Without progress, there is no growth.

I’m starting to think of you, again. I miss the way things used to be, again.

Do you think of me? I wonder if you do. I wonder if you miss me the way I miss you. Well, the old you. My version of you.

I am learning how to be myself, again. Actually, I’m not sure if I’ve learned how to be myself. I think I learned how to be with you- but not how to be.

The woman I am now is constantly in change. The woman I am now, grows each day.

I am growing. I am learning. I am sure. I am independent. I am content.