Thrive

Part Seven - Warmth

He was everything I was not.

He was sweet,
childish,
warm,
shy,
and a little crazy.

I was cold,
dark,
loud,
difficult,
and pathetic.

But when he held me in his arms I could feel my heart beat faster and faster until I was going to implode.

I knew of every danger, and it overwhelmed me.

But I still loved him.

♤
♡
♢
♧

For Jacob.

Love, the hurting girl.