You know when it's saturday morning and it's raining outside. You smile. Delighted with the day-off bonus. The sound of the rain hitting the roof cradles you like a monotone lullaby. You pull your blanket up to your neck. Wishing you have someone to just hold and share your warmth with.
To me, that someone is emme.
When you have a rough day at work. When nothing works. When no one agrees and no one bothers. You want to reach out and spill out your troubles to someone. You need to hear a voice that would sooth you. Someone to tell you that everything's gonna be ok. Troubles are temporary and life's too short to be wasted on petty skirmish with colleagues who are impossible to enlighten. You pick up the phone and look for a number.
I dial for emme's.
Sometimes you feel like you don't belong anywhere. Restless and weary, you move from one place to another. Door to door. Just to exit as fast as you enter. Wishing you could just find somewhere you could lay your tired head on for good. A home.
My home is anywhere emme is.
And someone who rush towards you just to catch your tears. Who listen and see right through your skin. Right through those tough look you put on just to scare potential threat away. Someone who makes you feel like you can climb the highest mountain, jump and walk away scratch free. Whose touch seep into your veins like the most potent venom and melt you like glaciers in spring. She's everything you want and all you can see.
That's her. That's my emme.
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