The Exact Words

There are exact words that can cure and comfort but it is sometimes very painful to realise that no matter how brilliantly I weave them, they will always be my words, not someone else’s: useless not because they’re not the exact ones but simply because they are mine. And yet I know that this embrace is true and capable. I foolishly dream that it is the only one that’s true and capable, even.

Like a relaxed, peaceful and easy-going summer lunch among friends in the country.

Like coming home to yourself.

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