Packing the pain in suitcases of anger, she left. Taking only her heart and soul, placed deep within the innocent eyes of her children. She walked steadily passed the sting of the hand he’d laid on her face. Without looking back, that girl was gone.
Look at me. We are worthy of letting this pain go. We are worthy of love. We, sweet girl, are going to get through this.
Silly boy, you can’t contain her. She is your haunting. But don’t mistake her for a ghost, a mystical creature. She is as real as the shiver that showers your skin while watching her dance in the rain.
For the first time in three years, since having surgery on my knee, I have started to workout again. I have run for some time, but recently introduced weights and clean eating.
if you aren’t ready to go any further than hand holding or a kiss, you don’t have to.