My heart broke and I weaved a cocoon around me not willing to do anything. I started to feel that someone doesn’t like me being happy.
We never got a chance to exchange words as the distance and height was a concern every time, but looking at you made me feel that I am talking to you.
Two hands held me and kissed my forehead, I know the touch, and it is familiar. I cannot hear and see properly as receptors are not functional yet to their capacity.