24 Hours


After a difficult weekend, I find myself looking forward to seeing The Paramour. His voice, his eagerness to make me smile, the way he remembers the little things are like a tonic for my soul. It’s a delightful kind of sleeplessness, a rush of anticipation followed by the quiet awareness of him, of us.

Filed under: Self Discovery Tagged: bipolar, crush, healing, hope, love

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