When everything seemed to be going on at once, he knew how to narrow it down to just one thing.
When I wasn't able to control the things going on around me, he knew how to bring me back to reality.
When my mouth started to speak before my mind could catch up to it, he knew how to speak for me.
His touch, his voice, his presence. Something about just the way he was calmed me.
I believe it was love.
He believes something else.
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A Jumbled Collective
Non-FictionThis is a collective of various journal entries and random pieces.
