I have to remember this. I have a tendency to want to hold on to people forever. And when they don't want the same, I become hurt, and react by building walls. I am grateful for the time some people gave me. Especially when I lost my child.
When people speak so captivatingly your eyes start to hurt midway through their story because you realize you've forgotten to blink. // my little book, Buried Light is available via the link on the home page xo Love Beau