/Emily/Beginning of JuneNowFirst, second, third, and fourth. I am concentrating to calm down my breathing. In, out, in, out, attempting to make the breaths longer so that they are more tortoise-like and less hare-like, which is how they feel right now because they are racing. My palms are sweating, which causes my hands to become glued to the steering wheel. It feels almost as if I'm working with clay on my pottery wheel.Why am I feeling this way? It's not right of me. This is Noel, and he cherishes our relationship. How many times has he told me that I can tell him anything without fear of judgment? Perhaps there is some kind of link between us, like we are soul mates who happened to stumble across each other in this crazy, messed-up world that we both live in.Even more than that, he enjoys it when I chat to him and reveal to him the inner workings of my mind and heart. Because all he has to look at in his own home is ugliness. Parents who argue with each other, including a fath
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