My knees felt hollow, so I let them hit the wood floor, satisfaction shooting straight to my heart. They had been craving the familiarity and I guess that describes my life right now. Once my eyes closed a battle ensued in my head, and my heart finally won. I let out a sigh, and the spaces between my ribs became a little smaller.

I know I say sorry a lot for little things, but I think it's because I want you to know I mean it for the big things, even when I can't say it out loud. I sang the lyrics of my heart, and I wasn't surprised at who came up with most, and I really want surprised at the ache that held my throat.