Life is a series of random collisions (Jessica Zafra, Chicken Pox For The Soul). 

Fate for the hopefuls. Random for the cynics. 

Fate for the fortunate ones whose hands were held and held truthfully and dearly.

Random for those whose hands remained open, warm, longing and empty.

A brush of a feather-like touch may have been felt for a split second. But as quick as they came, they were also quick to move away.

And in every collision, we give away a part of ourselves. 

We peel our hearts thinner and thinner of the heartaches, frustrations and disappointments these collisions cause us.

But we can’t stop peeling our hearts thinner and thinner. It’s inevitable no matter how hard we try.

Because as long as we can open our eyes to the start of another day, collisions will again, unfortunately, come our way.

This is for you, E. I wish you stayed.