It’s strange.
I never thought of myself as a lover.
But it touches me deeply.
My pain is a loving sensitivity.
Perhaps?
Different stories come to my mind.
I’ll tell them another time.
Maybe all this is a construction?
But I think not.
Right now!
It’s strange.
I never thought of myself as a lover.
But it touches me deeply.
My pain is a loving sensitivity.
Perhaps?
Different stories come to my mind.
I’ll tell them another time.
Maybe all this is a construction?
But I think not.
Right now!