Your mind speaks too much. It’s a storyteller. An idea maker. It cares about you.. It only wants to protect you.. But doesn’t know how.. Your mind is lost in the words.

At the very root of intimacy is acceptance. To be accepted for all of who we are. Accepted for our flaws. Our brokenness. To have another that lets us work through our shame. Someone who might even be turned on by what is broken inside of us. The idea that our flaws are what makes us beautiful.