This made me think of some of the things I feel at times and thoughts I have but struggle to put into words.
I love you.
I view the experience in an out of body manner even now, just as I did then.
What sticks the most is his smile. Me in tears, and him smiling. I can see his smile sometimes when I close my eyes. His teeth gleaming, his breath like garlic. From his smile, I see his eyes. They glitter, a cross between brown and hazel and something that I can’t identify. The gleam in his eyes is joy. He found happiness in my tears, somehow. I didn’t understand that. I still don’t. I don’t get how people can find happiness in the pain of others when I’m so sensitive I will cry at commercials.
There was a “Private Practice” episode where one of the doctors was raped in her office. I both wanted to watch it and didn’t want to watch it at the same time. I…
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