Love

It was so quiet that night, yet so many words passed between them. They felt alone yet their thoughts themselves were interwoven.

The sun’s rays shone through the leaves of the willow tree they sat under. It’s light spilled through the cracks, refracting off the shards of their shattered souls.

A hammer that had struck a blow so hard they thought they could never be the same. The words that had told them it was wrong to love the way they loved.

But it was healing them: stitching the torn pieces of their hearts togther once more.