"This is one of those stupid reoccurring nightmares. It is kind of hard to talk about." I say starting. "My father was an abusive father. That is why my brother left. He could not take me with him because he could not take care of me." I say. "Any way, in the dream my father is trying to kill me. The pain fills so real." I pause to wipe a tear from my eye. "That is pretty much it." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
His caring eyes looks at me and wipe my tears. Without warning, I slowly lean in and kiss him. Realizing what I just did I pull away. "Sorry." I say. "I did not mean to do that."
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind
