His words felt like a warm blanket on a winter’s night. She felt comforted, cared for, and maybe even a little loved. He taught her that all it took was showing her vulnerable side, allowing herself to be weak for once. So simple, yet so hard to do.
His words felt like a warm blanket on a winter’s night. She felt comforted, cared for, and maybe even a little loved. He taught her that all it took was showing her vulnerable side, allowing herself to be weak for once. So simple, yet so hard to do.
reflections of an unquiet mind 