She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?"
— Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via shayeofodile)
— Turkish Proverb (via chelseanoelani)