Trustingissue Stories

They embraced, the small space between them shrinking until the world outside seemed to blur. Her voice trembled ever so slightly: "Do you think... maybe you don't realize it yet, but you love me? Even a little, maybe?" He breathed in, the warmth of her close. "Maybe... I don't know," he said softly, holding her closer. "But I care for you-so much that even if all my friends call me silly... or think I've lost my mind, it wouldn't matter." Can two lost people rest next to each other without becoming each other's home?