I left my phone at his house.
I am not worried, in the least bit,
as to whether or not he will go through my messages/photos.
At any given time in my life [before him]
I would have been caught up.
I would have at least 5 different men texting my "Inbox".
I would have photos of different musicians stark naked.
I would have e-mails filled with sexual favors flooding my phone.
Not that I was a major whore,
but because no one ever mattered to me.
No one took the time to actually love me.
Now that I have found love,
I find myself less afraid of
being the actual human that I am today.
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