Women who exist in solitude but do not suffer. Yes, they do exist. They are not depressed nor crying. Rather are safe, exalting in the sense of enjoying the company of herself. It is by choice of having the best companion.
They know their love could reach far greater corners of the world thus, they reject to be held in a place. Women of freedom are at peace but also battling the burst of promising imagination. Beneath the skin lies the unthinkable happiness and sadness she kept in years.
Yes, I am one of them. I never felt the need to oblige and conform to the norms. What truly matters is the freedom to explore, receiving the love of the world and unprecedented joy of unconventional approach to life could unveil before me.