A 1-post collection

Broken but Loved

There is a love that goes beyond who I am to the point where I can forgive myself I was sat by a lake last summer. It was one of those incredible English summer days. The breeze was warm and sweet. As I looked into the water I could see my reflection. I looked intently at myself. I took in all my features - the clothes I was wearing, sunglasses on my head, my hair, chin, ears, mouth and nose. I finally settled on my eyes - looking straight into me. A pang of pain shot down my spine as I saw myself. A moment later I splashed the water, distorting my reflection. Why is it so hard to look...