Interwoven

"Even if all I had left was that last handful, the simple fact that I had to keep moving forward was what pulled me to my feet. Maybe I grabbed onto that warmth reaching out to me because I liked the promise—however clumsy—that we'd walk together from now on. Because it was your words, no one else's. And so, every single day, we live like this—nodding our heads as we hold someone's hand at yet another dead end."