When heartache, loss, and pain make you question everything
“Initially. Until I cry my tears, stop my angry shouting, and settle down. Then I realize that I am being gently held and quietly loved. And as my breath slows, I begin to hear a soft whisper.”
This. Yes. 💓
❤️❤️
“Initially. Until I cry my tears, stop my angry shouting, and settle down. Then I realize that I am being gently held and quietly loved. And as my breath slows, I begin to hear a soft whisper.”
This. Yes. 💓
❤️❤️