Some people are just scary and terrifying and we should never, ever, ever try to talk to them. That is not at all what this post is about.
Tonight, he stops to look at me- like really look at me. Except I sense that his eyes are also looking through me, to somewhere halfway in-between my skin and the deep inner recesses of his warmly kept memories.
Sometimes, distance only makes the heart grow more pained.
Rivka examines why giving without expecting anything in return isn't as great as it's made out to be.
