20 April 2016

It is in these moments...

There is something about him. Something that makes me want to tell him everything. Every bad morsel, every good moment, every  little   secret. This is different for me; this willingness to remove the skeletons from my closet, this act of sharing the darkest parts of my soul. Perhaps the comfort to do so lies within his smile and how he manages to create a safe place for me to flourish, to feel open - to feel alive. And it's an odd and peculiar feeling to look into his eyes knowing that he accepts me. It is in these moments that I am left feeling open and alive.