Salvatore DiMarco
The way her eyes dulled and her face morphed told me that I was not addressing this s**t the right way.
I took a deep breath, “Sienna,” I said, and reached out to hold her hand. She didn't move away, but I felt the small recoil under her skin. She is deep in her head, and she does not understand that I am not leaving her. How could I? When she has become the center of my soul.
“Look at me,” I said, and she slowly looked up.
“Hey,” I said, and she bit her lower lip. I could see it, her hesitation, her pain, the voices in her head screaming at her that she is not enough, that I would leave her to be with someone else… How could she feel that way? After we made love many times, I showed her that I care about her more than I care for myself. But I get it, she is tryin
