Remembering the Small Moments
By Rachel Shoppy
There is more than just being known and understood. There is a desire to be free and unruly. Uncut. Uninhibited. Raw. An expression of humanity so real that those around you question if you are honest or crazy. Real or imagined.
How can we love when we do so with legalistic intentions? Love is not bound. It’s not supposed to be understood. It’s meant to be treasured. Two souls that recognize each other. Perfectly broken and perfectly honest. Real.
