You said to me today, when I was deep in my memory and so much a small girl, shamed and made afraid by her father...

"What would be like for you to look at me?"

I didn't respond, but I heard it...and it meant so much to me that you even noticed my inability to look up. In that, I felt taken care of.

My heart hurts tonight. My everything hurts tonight. I feel like a young, hurt child, and I just want to hide in you and be safe.