I lost my words. Someone stole them from me. He broke me in two, he ripped my fingers in half and left me for dead.
I found them again, thanks to the patience and kindness of one man.
And then he was taken from me as well...for no fault of his own, but those of a few misguided words. I don't blame him. I never ever will.
How do you recover when you have nothing left to recover for?
Because I do have something to recover for. I have every single one of you.
You give me faith...and hope and make me believe in myself. Thank you...thank you for making me believe in myself again.
I love you all.