Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

At night, you read to me. It helps me to sleep. It helps me to be quiet.

To people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that’s beautiful.

You told me my hands were soft because you had no idea what they’d touched.

True intimacy is more than fooling around with somebody you’re attracted to.

I want to share myself with somebody who will press her hands through the surface of my skin, curl herself up inside my soul and say, Here, this is who I am.

I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine 
and which оnes I created to please you.

My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.