Joel was always soft touches and whispered words around you, he knew you needed a gentle kind of love- to heal the wounds left in your childhood and treat you the way you need and deserve.

Today was no other, arriving home with a slam of the door and fat angry tears rolling down your cheeks. He immediately discards his guitar and approaches you, eyebrows furrowed and soft puppy dog eyes searching yours, arms outstretched as an invitation. “C’mere babygirl” he mumbles