[ He can see the indecision writing itself over your features, in the silence, the hesitation and the pause. You're hurting and he doesn't need spoken acknowledgements to confirm what you're doing; that you're shrinking into yourself because nothing feels right, much less the way your skin settles over your bones.
So here he is, edging his seat a little closer and lifting both your hands to his lips and lifting his eyes to search yours.
Come on, love. ] I'm right here, babe.
[ Let him be your harbor, your shelter in the storm. Let him offer you a place to hide away when the world isn't fair. ]
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So here he is, edging his seat a little closer and lifting both your hands to his lips and lifting his eyes to search yours.
Come on, love. ] I'm right here, babe.
[ Let him be your harbor, your shelter in the storm. Let him offer you a place to hide away when the world isn't fair. ]