I understand how a word others use every day can become something whispered in the dark to soothe a wound that just won’t heal. I remember thinking I would never hear it spoken without unravelling a little, wondering if I would ever get to say it in the light. So I recognise the gift inContinue reading
Remembering him saying that before, our first time, I nodded and whispered, “Yes.” He kissed me again. “Then stay with me.
Each time I saw you, I felt like . . . I felt like I knew you a little bit better. I never talked to you but seeing you always smiling or laughing . . . or being peaceful . . .” He shook his head, and my heart spasmed. “There’s something about that .Continue reading
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.