Within the simplest gesture, I had found a connection I hadn’t realized I was longing for. With the act of his arms entangled with mine, the plainest movement has grown into a most intricate act. Buried within rests my heart, laying once again on the line, removed by force from my grip. The loss of emotional control tore at me, shattering me into a million pieces filled with memories, regret, and loss. Within the heart my soul was also stored, and within the shatter, my soul escaped control as well. It was swept into the night with the countless others of the broken, with the pieces others have left behind. I wondered if his heart laid between us too. If he felt connected to our troubles in the same way I did, if his void felt slightly less empty in this moment as well. I believe the brokenness can not be restored. But the question remains, can the soul be replaced, maybe not fully, no, but partially filled again with the new pieces I will collect? The embrace escaped me, although if it was solely up to me, I would have allowed it to last infinitely.
Sincerely,
Sammy
Sincerely, Sammy 
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