“Being loved continuously when you believe that you're unlovable is like throwing salt on a wound. It stings like acid. You want it desperately, instinctively knowing deep down you were wired to need it. But the more love given, the… — Christa Black Copy Share Image
“The storms the wind, the rain have met me once again And interrupted blue The sky turned gray, turned cold, turned winter once again… — Christa Black Copy Share Image
“Being loved continuously when you believe that you're unlovable is like throwing salt on a wound. It stings like acid. You want it desperately,… — Christa Black Copy Share Image
