I cling to him like he's what keeps me thriving. Because he is.

I won't let that night ruin you forever." But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.

How am I supposed to move forward in life when everything important to me is motionless?

People say that time heals all wounds, and maybe they're right. But whit if the wounds don't heal correctly, like when cuts leave behind nasty scars, or when broken bones mend together, but aren't as smooth anymore? Does it mean they're really healed? Or is it that the body did what it could to fix what broke.

No. I just never wanted to throw them away. Even if they were broken. I still loved them.

I often wonder what drives people to do things. Whether it's put into their minds at birth, or if it is learned as they grow. Maybe it's even forced upon them by circumstances that are out of their hands. Does anyone have control over their lives or are we all helpless?

It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror.