Not 3, but 4
In the midst of everything, I never planned, never expected, it would be you. Honestly, it frightens me. Because when you said you walk away, I thought for sure that I’d: fall, crumble, break, or tear. All. Over. Again. But it turns out, what my heart wanted to hear wasn’t 3 little words, but 4. “I always come back” you said, and I believe you. So, in the midst of everything, from way out of left field, you gave me everything I never knew I needed. I don’t know what that means, all I know is that you have a home in my broken, splintered heart, that I didn’t even know was possible. You are the impossible made possible for me. Thank you.
















