Once, there was a moment when all your broken pieces turned into a puzzle. It took time, and passion and dedication to understand that I did not want to fix you. It was not my mission nor my power to make you whole again. I was in your life to remind you that your chipped edges and your small and big imperfections were lovable. I was in your life to help you make sense of everything that held you back, made you sad or kept you up at night. I was never your reason to be, but for a while, I was your reason to see. And when the fog lifted and life had new meaning, it was my time to slip away. Slowly fading. Waking up after dreaming.
reflections of an unquiet mind 