"I feel old, and crazy, and stupid," I whispered.
"You are not old. You are not crazy. You are not stupid. And I care about you very, very much," he answered.
Sometimes I need someone to flick away the demons that bite and scratch in my head. They straggle back, invariably, but at least they are a little bedraggled, claws torn.
Posted by thevieve at September 13, 2006 9:52 AM