
Blindsiding
June 12, 2009She never asked about the ugly parts until later, skimming over them as if they were still water. It was her downfall always, ever-drowning the fire later. No matter how small the droplets of good, she only saw them and nothing else.
Here is this about that. You can’t call it blindsiding if you’re just not looking.
very nicely done, thank you
Thank you, Jeann.