I didn't mind if my fingertips were rusted with coffee grounds, or if my palm still hosted bread crumbs, I reached out my hand across the table, and you squeezed it but proved me wrong. My mind was spiraling, my heart, unstable. ____________________________
I had become heartless. Detached from all emotions. Living life like an unfinished puzzle, a small part of me missing. Lost. Never to be found again. And then she came along with all her smiles and laughter and cheerfulness. She helped fix me up. Slowly, but surely, I found my way back. And she taught me to live again...