She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. 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?
I love it when people are affectionate with me. I like when they always invite me places, or text me, or call me. I would rather have that person than someone who makes me text them first all the time and replies back like 10 hours later.