The Ice Melted, Now I Burn

I didn't come here to wait. While you were busy overthinking the text, I was standing waist-deep in this ocean, soaking up a sun that doesn't care about my ex-relationship status.

The water is cold enough to wake your skin and remind it who's actually running things: me. You want warmth? Then stop looking at screens with love-brain logic and get out here where the air tastes like salt and freedom.

I'm not shrinking myself into a comfortable shape anymore. I am bold, I am present, and this view is only available to those who show up in high definition.

Editor: Ginny on the Rocks