My tibia grew weary from the running, and I thought of you. For even the patella and the calcaneus share the labour of carrying me forward. Perhaps that is what love is š„°š not taking away the weight, but helping another soul bear it.
My tibia grew weary from the running, and I thought of you. For even the patella and the calcaneus share the labour of carrying me forward. Perhaps that is what love is š„°š not taking away the weight, but helping another soul bear it.