Another good day

I love the way his hair smells after a shower. I love the way he walks, talks and reaches out to me. He’s been trapped inside his own castle walls for so long, being guarded by me. But now those days are long gone and he’s finally breaking free. Break my heart into a million pieces, gather the pieces like glass, be careful not to cut yourself on your way out, but because I found the strength to be vulnerable and to set boundaries he found his voice and that is priceless.

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