I used to think that women are breakable by nature. That our emotions always control us and that makes us so easy to break and damage. That makes us this little creature with weak heart that's so fragile like a fake vase; one touch and we'll break into million pieces.
But as I get older, I know that women are not breakable. Oh, we are so far than that. Women are delicate like the wind on the first day of spring that makes all the flowers bloom in happiness. Women are soft like a new purchased baby blankets. You cannot break wind and you cannot break blankets and that's what women are; unbreakable. We are delicate and soft but delicate and soft are different with breakable.
And even if you break a girl, she'd always find a way to unbreak and heal herself. Women are life givers and healers after all.
But as I get older, I know that women are not breakable. Oh, we are so far than that. Women are delicate like the wind on the first day of spring that makes all the flowers bloom in happiness. Women are soft like a new purchased baby blankets. You cannot break wind and you cannot break blankets and that's what women are; unbreakable. We are delicate and soft but delicate and soft are different with breakable.
And even if you break a girl, she'd always find a way to unbreak and heal herself. Women are life givers and healers after all.
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