Skinny Love

emma

5:48 PM

I didn't go to therapy today. Neither did Davis. We sat in an abandoned parking lot for six hours and I learned plenty of things about him without him having to utter a single syllable. He smelled like aftershave and a broken soul, and his fingers were almost as crooked as his nose, and most people would find the scars on his hands to be intimidating, but I thought they were so beautiful because they were so honest — You could tell there was something rough about him, but I don't think he's a rough person, I think he has a rough life. I think he's afraid to let anyone into it, but I want to change that. I want to show him how wonderful he is.

We all have monsters. I'm sure mine are much worse than his.
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"I'm in love with your honor, I'm in love with your cheeks."
Blood Bank, Bon Iver