There are a lot of good girls who could have been bad. Bad girls who could have been good. But me, I’m somewhere in between. I chose both. I felt the cusp of hell at the gates of heaven. I heard his praises and felt his parts raise. I said I love you and showed it. Not through poems and letters but with kisses and whispers. I saw new life when she gave birth and saw the possibility of new life burst.
Just a thought