Remember the time you had your untimely vacation? I was one of the few who knew the reasons behind. You let me into a portion of your small sad world. It was a dimension where your emotions come in like rain – uncontrollable, overflowing, you can’t put them into your hands. Your words cried, bled.
You said you simply needed to have someone to know how you were doing. Fortunately, we were two wandering souls about to cross the same bridge. We took each other’s hands and sung to our favorite mockingbird’s songs.
And yes, we read to each other lines from our favorite book.