#c.rose

the way you would protect your food.

you never know how dirty someone’s hands are,

and how much they want to take.

you confuse your illness                                                                                    with a butterflies-in-the-tummy feeling.                                                        don’t. 

butterflies are beautiful and temporary.                                                              this is painful,                                                                                                      and constant.

when you gripped my hand tightly and rubbed your thumb across my knuckles, you weren't just touching my hand. you were touching my soul.