Vanilla

Change

Something has changed, I can't quite put my finger on it but it is the way they are looking at me and treating me. Almost as if I am beautiful, I'm not sure why. Maybe it is because I feel again? Maybe because Im radiating a new glow? I don't know. But I've noticed the way they look at me. And it's not beautiful in the hot sense, beautiful in the I could love and care for you sense.

I was thinking you know. It's so weird how I thought nothing of Muslims and yet the two people that care are exactly that. And it's different to feel that. . I mean care. It's funny how care changes everything. Absolutely everything. Love is a strange thing. It took one person to care for me to soften my heart. And to feel that, to have someone look out for you, to have someone tell me right from wrong. To have someone actually care, it breaks my heart a little, that he cares how a father should that he treats me like Dana. I wish that my father was like him. Because I didn't know that compassion could heal a wounded heart so much.