You're still a boy, you know. But the man is in there, I can hear him creeping along the edges of your voice, you just need to let him out.
A few times last night when you picked me up, commented on how little I weighed, your hands grew up momentarily, grasping with command, and then your mind interfered.
"are you okay?"
"I'm sorry."
If you utter these statements more than twice a day, something is very wrong. and I'm lecturing now- but that was my intent.
Guilt is heavy, carrying it will keep you from getting anywhere.
