Sweet girl

From J. Raymond

Sweet girl, I sincerely hope that you realize your worth by now. You seem to find the calm in the dead center of your own storms. And along the way, it seems that a few you held close were too afraid to stay. They ran with your winds. I'm asking you, practically pleading with you, to see that not every one is meant to share your shelter. Let your hellish weather rain down when it must. It's love you've earned now, more than just lust.