Through hell and back, heart torn out,
You uncover what's beneath my skin
There and back, there's no doubt, your touch is my medicine
I'll be okay, 'cause you heal me...
And I'll give you all my pieces broken
In your hands, there's nothing that you can't fix
My heart is frayed, my scars are open
So put me back together now, stitch by stitch
Put me back together now, stitch by stitch.
You uncover what's beneath my skin
There and back, there's no doubt, your touch is my medicine
I'll be okay, 'cause you heal me...
And I'll give you all my pieces broken
In your hands, there's nothing that you can't fix
My heart is frayed, my scars are open
So put me back together now, stitch by stitch
Put me back together now, stitch by stitch.
He's gone. Again. At 04:45 this morning we made the drive to LA to drop of my husband to finish his tour in Korea. He walked off and left me and the kids behind. Not by choice and definitely not without broken hearts.
It just doesn't get any easier it seems. He's been to Iraq, twice. Afghanistan. We've been through worse that's for sure. Yet this time around, today, it seemed like it's the worst it's ever been. I think the more you love someone, the happier you are, the more and worst it'll hit you.
I can't put into words how heart broken I am today. It hurts. Beyond words.
I gotta give myself a couple of days to adjust to this and then - finally - get back to writing...
Until then ...
"if you only have love for your own race, then you only leave space to discriminate"
Best regards,
Stefanie Adams-Figueroa
