In that fleeting breath, the barriers between us aren’t as strong as either of us would like. We gain a rare glimpse into the other’s soul. There is a part of me that wants to withdraw. To hide my face and my heart. But a lonely corner belonging to a woman who cried one too many nights alone, craving the comfort of an embrace, wants nothing more than to linger here. For this moment to drag on long enough that my pain becomes a shared burden. Even if the idea of someone else truly seeing my raw and tired heart is as terrifying as carving out a piece of it and handing it over.
