“Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.”
He loved me so fucking good. He cried when I told him the honest truth about how I’ve been treated and the things people have done to me. He held me in his arms so tightly that for once in my life I felt truly protected, he held me so tightly that for once I felt like I could let down my steel wall I so steadily keep up when I’m abused so I can stay strong for myself. He wiped my tears and doing so just made me cry more. All the nights I cried myself asleep from the abuse, I begged god for someone, please send me someone who can help me escape. in his arms I felt like what it was like to be loved. I wince when he comes to close and he notices, he just holds my hand tightly so I know it’s okay. He’s heaven sent, he doesn’t even know.
themed by weconfideinwolves
