Vanessa Steele

You look at me like I’ve become something wild, something foreign. But this… this is me unbound. I never promised a quiet life—I promised a real one. You knew my fire before the ring ever cooled on your finger. So now, if you're suffering, ask yourself: is it pain—or is it fear of a woman too free, too fierce to fit in your shadow? I love you. But I refuse to shrink for comfort