Dearest;
what breaks like glass cannot
bend like trees. do not be
glass. hiding from lightning
and rain is not an act of
cowardice; it is survival.
there are some battles
meant to be lost, and
darling, it does not mean
you have shattered. pick
yourself up. hold yourself
close. be your own
protector, when I can no
longer hold you myself.
{written on 2 May ’14}
tender thoughts; 