I feel so sad because the ones I love are in pain and I can't do anything to help them. Their eyes are guarded, steel plated, protected. They seem to be saying they can't embrace me again, be open again, take in love again. It hurts me because I'm seen that way, too. Seen as a thorn, a caustic, rotting thorn. There to hurt, to judge, to kick down and suck out anything that was pure and good and lovely, all that was there before. As much as I yearn to protect the hearts of those I love, I can't. And they continue to look at me in pain, questioning whether I be the rose or the thorn that hides behind. This is why I'm sad. Because my relationships are broken and are not healing.
사랑 Diyana Love Wilson
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