Before i met him the past, the present and the future were all knocking at my door but i just couldn’t open.
Before i met him it was as if some crucial pieces of life were being kept away from me on a safe box, and i was living with only half the sense of things.
Before i met him all food tasted the same, all days tasted the same, all boys tasted the same. And i wanted to get out of that “same” room but the door was locked.
Before i met him, but not anymore.
How can some people not explain why they love someone?
It’s so simple.
His hands were the key.