“ The ending of your story all depends on the beginning of ours. ”
Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.
~ Piper Payne
He knows her like man knows earth, touching the surface but unaware of her depth.
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.
Her silence should be feared more than her words.
