Morning," I say. "Shh," she says. "If you don't acknowledge it, maybe it will go away.
And sometimes, if you want the truth, you have to demand it.
We canโt survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to.
And then the screaming begins.
Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt
I am a child. I am two feet tall, and asking if she loves me.