Saturday, April 7

Be my friend, hold me. Wrap me up, unfold me. I am small and needy. Warm me up and breathe me.

12 months to the day.

I've listened to her breathing in and out.
Seen her grow from the sadness.
Watched her light amplify.
Witnessed the smile she used to hide away.

I still find it difficult to understand how I could have helped her come this far, but she can be insistent....persistent....confident.

The story has only just reached the first chapter.
Characters are still developing, plot lines are intertwining and a million and one things could still happen.
I simply can't put it down.
My desire to see how it unfolds is too compelling.

I've never felt as safe as this before. It's wonderful and completely addictive.

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