Dear Anonymous,
A couple. Only yesterday there were threats of 'I will kill myself' and 'I never want to see you again'. Hearts crushed and angry yesterday, placing blame and ordering restraints, saying things in anger that should not be said in anger, turned to soft pink today. Their hearts today walking again side by side. More tissue than muscle today. Admitting to the fracture line we live upon. And the tiptoe dance upon the landmines of trauma that falters. Admitting to the unromantic navigation required to stay alive.