Without you, we never would’ve known what beauty there is in 'broken', or what 'broken' is to beauty. How one can only exist without the other for so long.
At this point, I just surrendered to the tears that fell. She put me back down, put her hand against my cheek, and started to sing the faintest of lullabies. At first, I thought I was imagining it, as I was being held in kindness by this loving stranger. After a few moments, she hesitated, her ...