He’s a good man and I know he loves me deep down. He loves me when he tells me he despises me and this I know: because he does it in such a way that his tongue stops tasting like bitter tea and instead pours out sweet syrup all over me. He’s a good man […]
He never laid a hand on me but that didn’t mean his punches didn’t hurt.
Do I stay or do I go?
I thought my father was the biggest coward I’d ever known – until I met you.
It wasn’t love that I was incapable of; it was just loving you.
Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not there.