Love Is Where You Go
I thought I was a red-neck country girl
two-stepping, twang-speaking
dust-raising
Frye-boot wearing
Trish Yearwood-singing girl
But country boys didn’t like me.
I returned to school
Got a job in a science lab
(what?!)
I was seen.
heard
understood.
I blossomed
I became
I loved
and accepted love
Love may not be where you dream
But it can be where you go
Sascha Darlington
This is really beautiful Sascha. I enjoyed this piece a lot!
Thank you so much, Amanda! 🙂
Quietly profound. Like it.
Thanks, Maggie! 🙂