I don’t just want to get to know your body. I want to know your coffee order, your bad moods, your favourite songs and the exact kind of silence you need when you’ve had a terrible day.
AIfter he noclipped into my arms, I've been morphing my face ever since, trying to look like the human mom on the other side.'m trying so hard to be a good mother, but my baby will not eat his vegetables.
he just didn’t enjoy It whenever someone tried to make you feel things only he could make you feel, he was the only one who could senerade you of the sort after all. You deserved much more than those empty words trying to
Went to visit a friend recently. He went out and forgot to lock his door, and spent the entire day stressed. I don't even know where my door key is 🤷 I sit outside in the evening in my garden, I can hear birds, insects, the odd tractor or farm animals.
There is a quiet hurt in being remembered almost correctly. Someone knows the outline of you, but not the weight. They remember the role you usually play, the kind of answer you tend to give, the version of you that made things easier for everyone. They may not mean harm.