Sometimes, in life, bad things might happen to us. Sometimes, we have no control over it. Sometimes, the bad things could destroy who we are. Sometimes, all we may want is for someone to believe us.
Sometimes, all we may want is some closure. All we want is to get close to some semblance of closure. Close to some semblance of having our normal lives back. Sometimes, all we want is to get close to who we used to be.
Sometimes, we may not get closure…
But with every smile, With every helping hand, With every passionate kiss, With every crutch to lean on, With every encouraging word, With every arm to fall into, With every bit of comfort, With every drop of joy,