I flash a smile and hook it up, finding a not so depressing song to listen to. I settle on Hurts Like Heaven by Coldplay and leave it at that, sighing and sitting back.
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
I slip my iPod away and jump over the couch, sitting at Rayah's feet.
"Do you need anything?" I ask, "And...do you want to stay out here? I can kick Nic out of my room and make him sleep on the couch if you want to actually lay in a bed."
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
I sigh and nod, heading into my room. Nic is already sleeping, sprawled out - thankfully fully clothed - underneath the blanket. I shake my head at him and change, slipping my shoes off. Once done, I head back out to Rayah and grab a blanket to put around us as we sleep.
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
Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light. — Brené Brown
