“ He knows her like man knows earth, touching the surface but unaware of her depth. ”
Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.
~ Piper Payne
It's the in-between, the sustenance, not just the gears and bolts that make a human. When you forget to find out how the person was built—the oil, chemistry, and the craft—you miss all the beauty.
The ending of your story all depends on the beginning of ours.
Her silence should be feared more than her words.
