I’ve been gone for a while. But still, behind closed doors I’ve been writing, soul searching and living life as it was meant for me, for now. I carry with me new words, new experiences and new life lessons.
He will not cure me.
But for a moment, in his arms I felt love. Hope.
An antidote for my aching heart and broken spirit.
“It’s all going to be alright,” he whispered..
Simple words; in which I knew to be true. Somehow. Not because of him, nor rescued by him. My will was more persistent than any cure. At best, his love and words were a helping hand through it all.
– A.B. –