"Why did you hug me?"* She asked the elder lady, obviously astounded. She had not felt such incredible sensation in so long that she'd nearly forgotten how it felt to have someone express his or her altruism towards her.

"You looked like you deeply needed it," The woman said.
"A frown was placed at your lips, something that shouldn't be there."

That may have been all that was said, but it was enough to have warmth rush into her agonized and pain-filled heart.

Reading has always been my escape, my consolation. So I have come to the conclusion that if I were to be unfocused by the words that are written between the pages, then something in my life has gone amiss. That in itself tells me that I cannot continue to read this book until the problem has at least become bearable, because one cannot escape reality if it is pulling you in at the strongest it can go.

There was a time in my life when the beginning felt like the ending.

    It was a new city, a new place, and the dullness in my old one made this one shine brighter than anything i've ever seen before.
I left behind everything for a new start, yet I can't seem to like it all that much.

    I know that it doesn't seem all that much to think over, but i didn't just leave all my friends back, i left something dearest to me. I loved that with all my heart, yet I had to shove it away because of circumstances that I never wanted in the first place.

    I may have lost something that I loved, but it was a loss i had to take. I may feel slightly bad because of this, but for the most part, all I feel is relief. The ease of the bereavement of pain that, that something caused me is the overall sensation that courses through my body.

    This was when the ending felt like the beginning.

    It was the end of something that brought about distress, and the new of something that will make me into something a million times better.

    All in all, what this brought was a feeling of affluence, and I never regretted it for a second.