“I would always tell her where my hands were going to be, ‘Girl, I’m going to touch your thigh, then your chest.’ Pretty soon [Schilling] was like, ‘I don’t care where your hands are going to be, I trust you, touch me wherever the hell you want.’”
if i touch a burning candle i can feel no pain. in the ice or in the sun it’s all the same. yet i feel my heart is aching. though it doesn’t beat, it’s breaking. and the pain here that i feel, try and tell me it’s not real.