Some nights make make all the healed wound bleed again.
Some nights make your mended heart all broken again.
Those are the shittiest nights in life, especially when you've no one to pour your heart out to.
No one would understand. How would anyone understand if it's not even something you yourself can't explain?
It's just one of those night I wish to have someone's arms wrapped around me, letting my head rest and my heart relax and my thoughts lost to the rhythm of the chest. Someone to whisper "it's gonna be alright, I'm here with you, I'll always be here for you."
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