just enough

he knows me just enough to love me, just enough to see me. he sifts what is real and unreal, what is love and what are words.   defaced by emotion, I cannot speak the unspoken, yet he knows me just enough to love me. Advertisements

What the CRAP is an OT?!?

I have got that look down now. You know, the look someone gives me when I tell them I want to be an OT. It’s like a cross between a nod and a deep stare into my soul. Like the kind of look you get when you tell your grandma you’re okay with being single […]