tea time

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

“But I'm too afraid to lose him,” sighed the young woman, tears making her eyelashes wet and sticky against blushed cheeks. Pale hands encircled the cup of tea like a safety blanket.

The old woman's lips pulled back in a knowing, empathetic smile, deepening the wrinkles in her face.

“Tell me,” She says in hushed tones. Her voice vibrates with the weight of wisdom. “Are you afraid of losing him or being forced to find yourself?”


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