I had to ask myself if settling was more important than my sanity.
When your betrayal is quiet, the hurt is deeper. Not quiet as in "cannot hear" or "softly" but quiet as in silent, direct pain... sobering pain... absolute truth pain, designed to break me. You creep into my heart and steal it as you fade away. A distant thought as to how I could allow myself to … Continue reading Almost.
If you say you love me, and you wont let me go, then love me for who I am, for I am not the young woman that you first met.