This weary heart has been wandering restlessly for a while, swirling from one anxiety to another. The haunting of the past and uncertainty of the future is what tortures the most — it somehow gives the broken reflection of one self.
Until someone came along. She said we're a work in progress. Not a product of the past, neither a burden of the future. Then everything just fell into places — it all started to make sense and it all started to feel calm. Always there for each other, thank you sweetheart @sillyem 🌟
The silence beckons the shy, subtle details out of hiding and into your eyes — beautiful.
