I smile and carry Kyle there, slipping his shoes and jacket off before tucking him in. Once he's alright, I kiss his forehead goodnight and head back to the couch.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
