This morning, I was talking to a girl who was a lot like me. And I said a lot of good things–things that I myself needed to hear.
I told her that she has wasted enough of her time for someone who doesn’t treat her like what she’s worth. Those years could have been the best years of her life, but she was stuck inside a closet, like a skeleton in the dark, waiting for no one that could give her life. Her life was not hers.
She does not deserve that. No man is worth treating her like a skeleton in the closet.
She is hanging by a thin thread only waiting for it to snap. She has hoped and waited enough. She should not wait forever just to have a place in someone’s life.
Every day, I have to tell her this–no, a good girl does not deserve that.