stitches by Angela Thomas there was a point in time, and i remember it succinctly, when i thought to myself, 'i am so broken. how can i ever love again?' my heart felt unable to beat through the stitches and the scar tissue. it just did it's job to keep me alive, but i felt stagnant, the tenderness of the wounds a constant reminder anytime i moved. but with him, there's some hidden part of my being that still leaps at the sound of his voice, that smiles at the thought of kissing him, holding his hand and wandering the streets aimlessly. it almost feels like skipping a beat. a beat that barely existed before. if nothing else, i am grateful to know that i can feel. we could go no further, no deeper, get no more serious, and i would still be grateful to know that there is something deep inside me that can still be reached, can still be stirred, can beat. i always hoped, but didn't expect, i could still fall in love. 12/03/2012 Posted on 12/04/2012 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 3 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)