So here I am — not wiser, exactly. Just softer in some hard places, and harder in the soft ones that used to break. Older 4 me means I finally stopped asking “Am I too much?” and started asking “Does this love — this life — have room for all of me?”
Older 4 me means: I don't explain my silences. I don't shrink to fit someone else's memory of who I was. I wear the years like a coat that's finally broken in — loose in some places, thin in others, but mine. older 4 me
If not, I'll walk. Slowly. Proudly. Older. For me. So here I am — not wiser, exactly