Here I am, lying on a black leather couch, about to divulge my deepest, darkest secrets to Dr. Norton.
On any other day, I would rather cut out my own tongue and eat it, than talk about what is wrong with me. But if I don’t do this, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to play piano again.
But for the first time in a long time, I have hope that this is temporary because last night with Luna inspired me in ways I don’t understand. She had the chance to run, but she didn’t. She chose to stay. She didn’t specify what the reason was, but I like to think I have some part in it.
Touching her feels so natural. She’s f*****g beautiful, but that’s not what it is. I feel like a tether connects us together and at times, it’s us versus the world. I’ve never felt such a deep connection with another human b
