We had lain together, skin on skin, been as close as two people could, and he was a stranger. He was that someone who you are afraid of as a child, stranger. They never told you that stranger might be someone you knew.
Deb CalettiYou could put your confusion and upset and worries into whatever book you were reading. You could sort of set them down in there, and you could come out with your head on a little straighter. I don't why stories worked that way, but they did.
Deb CalettiYou were a stone wall, a fort in high, unreachable trees, an island, my own island, that no boat could reach.
Deb CalettiYou take care of the people you love, but itโs true, too, that you take care of the things you own.
Deb Caletti