"Jesus Christ. That girl is determined; I'll give her that." Greta pulls me over into her open arm, cradling me against her bosom as a mother would. Stroking my hair and nestling me in, so we get comfy. Reminding me that she's my haven and the place I call home no matter what. When my head is a mess, she is here to help me figure things out and do what's best for me and not for everyone around me. No matter what happens, she won't ever let me down or abandon me as they all did.

"So this is about her, not the kiss?"

I wish it were that...