her face is a collection of memories; she is bliss and tragedy all rolled into one. with an ancient soul and young blood she belongs to nowhere and to no one. she is a walking contradiction, sunshine on a winter’s day, an assortment of puzzle pieces that don’t fit together. her eyes have seen the darkest nights and brightest dawns. her hands have touched the ends of the earth, sewing the globe together, painting the map with her fingerprints. she has fallen as deep as the bottom of the ocean; her lungs know what it’s like to drown. she has risen as high as the tallest mountain peak; her body knows what it’s like to fly. her tongue has tasted blood and tears and heartache. her lips have kissed happiness and sunshine and summertime. and how fitting it is that she feels both immense happiness and overwhelming sadness, all at the same time.
Daniel gingerly touched your hand.