Courage, clarity, cleansing, spiritual strength

“I love you,” I told my childhood friend. They know I say the words, and why I say the words. It’s because I know what it’s like to not hear them, to want to hear them, to need to say them but not having the ability. “I know.” Is the reply, followed by the explanation that I also am aware of, “I hear you but those words mean something different to me.” It’s a conversation we’ve had before, more than once. This time was different. I’m learning. I’m growing. I’m healing. “Do you want me to...

"Do you think you're pretty?" she would ask.