If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Jesus. My heart. My big, stupid heart. 

1 comment:

  1. I wish I was there so I could bring you ice cream and movies and melt away the pain.

    I'm so sorry, Steven.


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