"“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.”

We come from a broken home.

From accidental encounters and stolen tenderness. Unsteadiness and broken hearts. Do you remember that walk home under the rain? I was holding your arm and thinking about how far from heaven we both were.

And at one point, we were surrounded by the sea and the sun had just set and we all were exhausted, cold, miserable, but I looked into your eyes, saw that silly tattoo on your face, and realised maybe everything happened for a reason. To get us both there, surrounded by the sea with the sun in our eyes.

Silent promises of holding still through unsteadiness.