Scolding.
When I’m on a roll and instructing her in the intricacy of her insufficiency, when she’s hollowed out and there’s nothing left inside her but “I’m sorry”… that’s the moment when all of the most beautiful things pass between us.
Scolding.
When I’m on a roll and instructing her in the intricacy of her insufficiency, when she’s hollowed out and there’s nothing left inside her but “I’m sorry”… that’s the moment when all of the most beautiful things pass between us.