He wipes the tear away, his heart aching at the sight of her like this, and pulls himself closer, kissing the side of her face. "I'm sorry. Just relax. You're okay now."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can’t fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. — William S. Burroughs