11/28/15

You loved a sensitive flower. Deal with it. I choose to feel and to think at the same time. Sometimes words hurt my soul the same way knives hurt flesh. Sometimes words are not enough to patch up holes made by your insensitive tongue and heart. I know what words can do. I know that words heal. I know that words profess love. And I know that words lie. Words hurt.
I am all for the abstract dimension of this relationship. I am one who choose to feel. And when I do not, I choose to push people away. Please choose to bear with that.

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