I was losing him.
I had no way of putting these puzzle pieces back together.
These wet puzzle pieces that would break if even touched.
So I watched these pieces.
I stared at them up and down until I felt like... until watching them felt wrong.
It started off so innocently.
A nice conversation.
Some banter.
Two smiles.
What had happened to not letting it grow awkward?
Had this gone too far?
He made me calm.
He made me realise I tried.
He made.
What did I do for him?
Cause stress?
He doesn't deserve what I have given him. He is a good person with a good heart.
I didn't mean to.
Now he is laying in a hospital bed.
Not a real one.
But one in my heart, where I trampled his happiness. One where I continued to run happy not knowing what I was doing.