The Blessing and the Curse She knew he would never be faithful to anyone, let alone someone as plain and average as she was. While he always returned to her, was her best friend, her confidant, her protector and her jailor, she always knew she would never be able to capture him in return. Sometimes she tried to console herself that he must somehow love her best, as he crawled into her bed, smelling like winter air and liquor and campfire smoke, falling asleep almost instantly, curled around her with his fingers entwined in hers. She knew he loved her, but wasn’t sure if it was enough.

jul 23 2012 ∞
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