Shit happens all the time. The difference is when shit happens, are you a good person or a selfish person about it? Do you save another or break another? Do you stay silent or speak up? Do you stand with the truth or side with the lies?
My mother picked up her beads and begged god. And I? I buried my pride and begged him to stay. For I carry his name. Not my mother’s. I am his progeny. Not my mother’s. I am his burden. Not my mother’s.
“See, I like the person that you are, but I’m in love with the person you have potential to be. And all your dreams share them with me, and your secrets bear them with me, and your flaws you ain’t even gotta mention to me”