Mathilde_Le_Clech

She refuses to tell him what she feels, so she writes to him.
She writes everything he can't handle, everything he can't know.
She barely knows him. All she knows is the passion that took control of her ever since she met him.

You...

I collect shattered and broken pieces. I try to put them back together to protect myself, to do them good and appease them.


But what about me? What if I, too, am shattered and broken? Who will put me back together?


Who will hold me tight enough to fill the cracks and rips I am sprinkled with?


Who will protect me with their warm arms, their softness and tenderness?


Who will know how, who will be able to glue my pieces back together with their kisses, to heal my grazed wounds and my tattered skin?


March 25th