Her words :
She started discovering peace in the darkness feeling the warmth in that silence, rereading the message of the unseen.
Her words echoed in her own mind’ I trusted you hon’ she got to a point where she realized that desire is that sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds over some inconsequential objects, and we try to grasp it. While we get that object, but that glitter that made us want that object is gone.
It just cheats us, mocks us and shakes us pointing to that scar that we got tripping for it. Tell me how lucky did you feel having him? Not as much as happy as it is losing him, losing him forever.