What did Jessica Sorensen mean by: When his lips return to mine, it’s not just about lust or desire – it’s about making us whole. Jessica Sorensen Author Copy
+ It’s what’s buried deep inside that frightens me because it’s broken, like a shattered mirror. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Jessica Sorensen, Brokenness, Fear, Vulnerability, 0 Jessica Sorensen Author
+ But we all make mistakes. It’s how we fix them that makes us who we are. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Jessica Sorensen, Growth, Identity, Mistakes, 0 Jessica Sorensen Author
+ Isn’t everyone hiding something? Author, October 22, 2023January 2, 2025, Jessica Sorensen, Deception, Secrets, Truth, 0 Jessica Sorensen Author
+ Alright, manly man,” he says. “Go prove that you’re a man. Author, June 7, 2023January 2, 2025, Jessica Sorensen, Challenge, Masculinity, Validation, 0 Jessica Sorensen Author
+ Stay here, baby … Trust me, okay? Don’t run. Author, September 12, 2023January 2, 2025, Jessica Sorensen, Reassurance, Safety, Trust, 0 Jessica Sorensen Author
+ I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Jessica Sorensen, Burden, Emotion, Secrets, 0 Jessica Sorensen Author
+ When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Jessica Sorensen, Love, Partnership, Resilience, 0 Jessica Sorensen Author
+ Don’t be sorry, Callie,’ he says with a heavy-hearted sigh. ‘You have your own sad story. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Jessica Sorensen, Acceptance, Empathy, Understanding, 0 Jessica Sorensen Author
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