I’m sitting with two of the most caring people I know, and they’re so silently supportive it almost hurts, and the last thing I want to do is disappoint them. But because they matter so much to me, I get so scared, and my stomach twists into knots and it’s hard to breathe sometimes. But I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than right here with them.
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The pain of something so good… it’s like that.
There is someplace I have to be, come December.