She was drawn to men who needed healing.
If only the exchange could be mutual.
She was drawn to men who needed healing.
If only the exchange could be mutual.
She reflected upon the glimmering longer hairs of her fur…how in the right light, reds, golds, and silvers presented a magical skein.
How was this different?
Just another burden to bear.
Maybe with more eyes shifting and darting to protect against threats maybe or not there.
She’d had a suspician, now proved true…
They were always looking for a way to get into you.
No one and nothing…
“These accidents have taken away my ability to do anything!”
(In her mind throwing objects at walls, doors, and windows while screamimg hellfire at them to break them down.)
“I can’t live the way my life is, anymore.”
“The first deep sleep I’ve had in what seems like forever, but at the end of it, I had to ramp up to fight against a menace.”
“Even if I can only do one or two things per day to advance my regaining stability, this is still valuable.”
Perhaps you worry a little too much and could obtain better clarity by asking me about my prorities -?
“I haven’t been able to do most of my shoulder and hip restabilizing exercises since the concussion because when I try, doing them increases since then strained cephalic pressure.”
My Darling,
I needed standin substitutes for awhile, and became dependent upon them to help me find ways to bridge my way back to you.
I needed premise while in absence of knowing, and while I miss their assurances, I would rather get to have the truth of you.
“I had to block further receiving of those relationship messages because some were getting dramatically and negatively manipulative.
The Rugged Nuggets
The scenery, ambience, and connection are so beautiful.
(Close, like me and mine were)
There were things that she needed to do, but all of them were draining.
She thought that she was getting up…but then, she wasn’t.
She was aware that she was aware, and that she needed to belong.
But she was also aware that when she was around others, she synced too easily into their wavelengths.
This was not something that she could allow to happen, arbitrarily…
Safety
Honor
Trust
Intimacy
Devotion
Protection
Support
Healing
Growth
…
(My Love, what would you add to these?)
Tears that fall for another.
Come home. Let me catch you when you fall. We can figure out what it all means along the way.
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This always just scratches a happy itch for me.
“Do you love him, Loretta?”
“Mom, I love him awful,” she replies, happily smitten.
“Ah, God that’s too bad…”
(‘Cause then men drive you crazy once they know it! Lol)
She had to stay with the ship to protect the others, for it was never an option to abandon them.
Her sea legs had gone missing.
Much like the prow of her ship from past collisions, her hip and shoulder were twisted from recent effort to swab the deck.
She had to believe that just as the world kept turning, so too could circumstances shift – and undercurrents could still carry them to dry land.
All she could do was try to manage the losses, which was a repeating theme that she could barely rally any more courage for.
She wished that he could be there for her and help her overcome these trials, but she had no flares – nor even faith that he would have seen them and come for her.
She had not allowed herself to rely on help from a man in these ways because it had been her experience that men these days would usually abdicate leadership responsibilities.
Even more though, however, she longed to feel his arms around her to be able to warm her bones with his heat and share comfort.
When no longer any wind to steer the helm by?
Keeping panic at bay so that she could keep assessing for alternative currents to follow was becoming more difficult to navigate.
—
(Ocean terms…)
She was pretty certain that she couldn’t even swim, anymore.
She had always had abilities to salvage it before, and had hoped that she could at least reach solid ground before it capsized.
It seemed that she had no other recourse, and it churned her stomach into knots.
She had begun to think of how to get the others launched on a “life boat,” for they would be able to go farther without her.
“Tell me that you need me, want me, love me…”