However much she teased at life, dismissing the words of “frail” men, trauma would haunt her waking hours. She said she felt like an empty void, haunted by uncertainties.
Yet to find answers in her life, and out on a reflective walk, she introduced herself to me while I sat under some ancient oak, dreaming of tranquility. She threaded her arm through mine, and said, “I could love you if you choose.”
I had no centre in my life, I can not say it otherwise, but in her gaze I somehow rediscovered hope, gaining a purpose in my life, that she might find her home with me.