I just read a story or an account of a scene. I am not sure which. The person was called a little mess.
I want to be someone’s little mess. I want them to see me as that. Know that I am who I am and want me anyway.
They can help me. They can correct me, reassure me, punish me, and do anything they need to do to help me. But I want to be theirs.
Their little mess.
Lisa Gray 