Monday, 28 August 2023

Wounded

 I'm sitting here thinking about him. About the things he says to me and does. It's the little things that make my heart smile. He knows it makes my heart smile. And some days for him are hard. He's wounded and hurt. But I'm here, and he knows that. He knows I am. For him. 

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