I want her to embrace me.

I want her to hold me in her arms and make me feel whole again. Her soul held mine, like two pieces that fit together.

they weren't perfect, so we cut a little, sanded and polished, and finally made them fit.

she smelled sweet, like a wisp of breeze that drifted at sundown. too quick to catch.

with her, I felt like nothing was impossible.
the stars didn't feel so far away anymore, the moon aglow with reassurance. 

no matter how badly my life was falling apart, she picked up all the broken pieces, and like the Japanese art of Kintsugi, mended them together.

~ not with gold, but with something much more valuable, something immensely powerful, yet intangible.

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