There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.
Are you alone?" So that's what this call was about. For some reason, the question made my throat tighten. "No," I said, "Elvis is here. Would you like to talk to him?
It wasn’t a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.
Life's pain. You just have to get over as much of it as you can. -Isabel Culpeper
Nothing had changed. Nothing.
..and me holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands