Rendezvous With A: Lonely Girl

“You’re not a rock,” he said. “You’re a harbor.”

“It’s beautiful,” he replied, and meant it. rendezvous with a lonely girl

“I’m the lighthouse,” she said softly. “Fixed to one spot, screaming into the dark, hoping someone sees. But you’re the man in the boat. You have a whole ocean. A whole life. You shouldn't crash on my rocks just because I'm lonely.” “You’re not a rock,” he said