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In the bus: a little Indian girl and her father are sitting across from each other. The child is tired, her little feet dangling in the air, red velcro sandals swinging gently as she slips into slumber.

Her father watches her as she nods off a little more violently, her little body lurching with sleep.

He tries to wake her up. Her eyes open blurrily for a second, she nods without processing what her father says and falls back asleep again.

This time her father scoops her up into his arms, holding her close as she curls into him and continues sleeping.

I have no doubt that one day, this little girl will grow up to see a similar scene in a bus and smile, remembering her father. Just like how this grown up girl, who’s witnessing this scene, smiles.

And she will furiously type into her phone to capture this memory, before life shifts it into a corner of her brain where she will forget.

It is this safety that we seek in love. The safety of letting our guard down, and trusting that the person/people we love, will hold onto us when we are barely able to hold onto ourselves.

Sometimes love really is as simple as that.

After days of word drought, where nothing came, and everything hung, this happened today. I had to capture it before it went away again. I mostly write on Twitter these days, so come say hi.

You can read it top down, or bottom up. It makes the same amount of sense, in different ways. 

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Never apologise for your expectations.
Never apologise for the hurt your parents left you with.
Never apologise for wanting to love and be loved in return (this is what makes you human).
Never apologise for your yearning to be understood.
Never apologise for your loneliness.
Never apologise for needing someone else.

Never apologise for your unbelonging (because eventually, that will be your homecoming).

Never apologise for walking away, if it meant saving yourself.
Never apologise for your righteousness.
Never apologise for the mistakes someone else made. It wasn’t your fault.
Never apologise for saying what you feel, when you feel it, okay?

Never apologise with an ego.

Never apologise for the weight that you carry.
Never apologise for the child that you are.
Never apologise for what your parents didn’t know and couldn’t tell you.
Never apologise for your difference.

Never apologise for the size of your home.

Never apologise for the size of your I-Don’t-Know.
Never apologise for your questions.
Never apologise for your education.
Never apologise without meaning it.

Never apologise for your self-respect.

Never apologise for your name.
Never apologise for preferring silence.
Never apologise for the sadness that you feel.

Never, ever apologise for not being good enough. Do you hear me?

Never apologise for wanting to rest, for saying “Stop, please.”
Never apologise for your softness and vulnerability, please.
Never apologise for your virginity.
Never apologise for the fact that you couldn’t stop loving no matter how fucking hard you tried.

Never apologise for the lump in your breast and your bald head.
Never apologise for your fear and for the darkness that you’ve seen.
Never apologise for the size of your desire and the short skirt and the fullness of your breasts.
Never apologise for the colour of your skin. Never.

Never apologise for your vagina, and all that blood that you shed.

Never apologise for your truth, you hear me.
Never apologise for too-big feet, and too-cold hands, and your dreams which are bigger than all of us and him.
Never apologise for your curves and crooked eyebrows, your scent, and your no-smile, your trembling heart.
Never apologise for the tears, the ocean, the life giving salt.

Never apologise for the size of your heart, damn it!

Never apologise for the story you hold.