Flowers bloom from where he touched
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was capable of holding.
I'd entered this world strong and it had left me weak. Fragile. Don't touch. Taken my heart and printed it on A4 paper.
Dare to apologise. Dare to touch me.
Almost. A word used so frequently yet so under appreciated. I almost loved you. I almost want to feel it all again and not just the hurt of my past. I want to feel the excitement of the future.
I know who I am. I am no longer impacted by the words that left your mouth. I am no longer impacted by your touch.
- an excerpt from my unwritten story
