God, I hate days like these,
Caught up in worries and checking in each second just to make sure she's okay. I know that some may never understand how I could care for what is not genetically mine. And yeah, she ain't my flesh or blood but I do care, with every vein in my body and there is nothing I wouldn't do to keep her safe.
I guess that is how unconditional love works...
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
