Bottled Feelings

Over a bottle of brandy shared by us both, you answered my question why you don’t hold my hand as often as I want you to.

And I quote you here…

“It’s sad that only things superficial are what you deem important. You whimper each time you fall on paved ground. I can’t be there all the time to catch you. But know this: I would not mind sweating blood just so I could get you across if your way is paved with thorns and fire. That’s how it is.”

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