“Maybe sometimes it is better to stop scooping water out of a sinking ship and just for once, jump into the scary ocean”
We had drifted apart, yet there we were still sitting together on the couch, maybe for the last time. The silence suffocating us. For a long moment, she held on to my hand and didn’t move. It was a fragile connection, but in that moment, I knew we will be strangers again.
The Wordsmith 