Don’t run away because you’re scared. Stay and see things turn around. What you believe in your darkest moments to be true is not necessarily the reality. Weak veins can become strong, and life can be seen in the strangest of moments. Swallow your pride like it is a bitter pill; you don’t want to but you have to – get through the moment.
Find peace in the simplest things; the melancholy in the spring air; the solitude on the bus ride home when you expect it to be a bustling mess of clambering bodies and sweat and adrenaline filling the air. Look for the sunshine even in the darkest of miserable mornings; find the strength to get out of bed when you feel a lack of hope and motivation seems a far off planet.
Look for her, look for him, see through their faraway expressions and lacklustre smiles. Trace the veins on his skin, cautiously avoiding the spot known to cause his body jerking impulsively. He always hated being so ticklish. You stroke his hair, frame his smile, capture the essence of his eyes.
Remember how easily the words fell from your pen, those many sleepless nights kept up by your brain. Kneeling on blankets warmed by bodily heat; a lone candle lighting up the charcoal room; the scratch-scratch of pen on paper. Waking up in the morning; sleepy eyes befuddled by the several sheets on the floor. Then you remember; smile, glance over them as if recalling a forgotten memory.