…because deep inside me is a little girl, so vulnerable, so helpless, weak, scared, full of longing,
…so when the tears stream down my face, and I don’t have anything to say, don’t ask me why I’m crying. Because I simply don’t know. Just hold me. I just want to be held.
I just want to find someone who won’t run away. Someone to look me in the eyes and tell me it’s okay that things don’t always go right. That this is how life works, and how it will always work. That it’s not going to be easy. Today, tomorrow, the next day, but it will somehow get better.