Talking to him is like blowing hot air on cold glass.
It feels exciting for that first moment or two – like you’re a kid again, the person you used to be. You can draw a letter! Or a heart! Or even a horse!
But then, the nostalgia overpowers, the feelings that were once there aren’t and you can’t find what it was anymore that made you want to revisit that little patch of glass.
So you slip away while the blown breath fades, straggling in the corners until there’s no more air at all.
I like your blog and your amazing positive attitude it is very refreshing to hear when a person is in a challenging position.
I stumbled across your blog.
Best regards.
Tom
amazing.
i couldn’t have put together more beautiful words to describe everything you just did. it’s so real.