quack

I've met a bearded man with a warm laugh, kind eyes and rough hands. He's got a beating heart for everything that's wild, his guilty pleasures are old sailor shanties, and he can lift me with one arms around my waist. He's a storyteller and loves the sound of his own voice. For now I'm just ears, but I hope the day comes when it's my turn to talk. That somewhere down the road, he's gonna ask me what I'm thinking. To let me raise my voice, without telling me I'm talking too much. Maybe he'll care about me, maybe he'll hold me without hurting me, or maybe he'll get to know that I'm hard to love. Creative, cheerful and lovely. For now, he shrugs and laughs at me when I'm a silly goose. So I'll be just another silly girl for now. Quack.