There are moments you can’t anticipate. Moments you couldn’t predict. In that moment, when you were sure your heart couldn’t hurt any more, he manages to tap out a little broken piece that was holding it together. You are sure thay if someone breathes too hard, the remaining parts will shatter into a billion pieces. After that moment passes, you are desperately searching for something to hold it together… Some sort of brace.
It is just shy of six years since I penned those words. Currently they are under a blanket on my couch. I’ve never been afraid of words. Those words may hold the power of a breath just hard enough to shatter what’s left. Those words may hold the strength of a hurricane capable of destroying all hope. Those words are being saved for daylight on the off chance they will hold less power in the day like a horror movie.
Ironically they are my words. Ironically, in that moment, I was speechless.