“Thank you for having me,” I replied.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m used to being alone.” Rendezvous With A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room
“I have to go,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for having me,” I replied
As we sat there in the darkness, I realized that I wasn’t just sitting with a lonely girl in a dark room. I was sitting with a kindred spirit, someone who understood the beauty and the pain of being human. Thank you for having me
“My father is gone now,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “But I still come here to remember. To remember the way he made me feel.”