James held my hand when I cried. He wiped my eyes and held me in his arms.
I can still remember the first time he sang this to me. My face stung, and my heart bounded with all the lies I had been telling myself. That I’m hideous. That I’ll never get better. That no one could love someone like me.
He held me and said, “Beautiful girl, may the sunrise come again. Beautiful girl, may the weight of this world resign. You will get better.”