Life changes. Sometimes you rail against these changes, denying them and fighting them. Trying to bargain and trade to get back whatever it is you’ve lost. I have found myself in this space. Begging for second chances, swearing I’ll change myself to fit a… Continue Reading “The Space Left Behind”
To be loved by someone who looks at me with pride and amazement, whose hands have an irresistible urge to touch and caress me, whose love is so clear and tangible that I am left with no doubts, and am thus able to live without the fear of rejection, or of not being good enough — because with every look and touch I’m told;
You’re special, I choose you.