For the longest time, I’ve heard people say that children are innocent.
They’re pure love, pure reflections.
And I kinda get it now.
I get it.
Every need. Every nag. Every desire. Every quest of yours.
Has nothing to do with me.
And with that. I can love you better.
Accept you better.
The hoops you put me through.
Gosh. The damn pains.
When I know.