They say that broken people give broken love. But are all people not broken in some way, it just depends how well you sow yourself up at the start of each day.
I am not ready to show Isabella how broken I really am but I also do not want to mess up this good thing that we have.
I have one of two choices, I walk out and this ends here or I stay and might not be able to walk for the next few days. The last time I slept with my prosthetic leg on, I hurt my stump and could only use my crutches for those next couple of days. And that poses a completely new problem as I do not have crutches here. Yes, I am so over thinking this but all decisions come with consequences.
"Boo."
"Yes, soldier?"
"Come here."
I pull her closer.
"Yes, soldier?"
"I just wanted to taste your sweet lips."
"You starting something again?"
"Sshhh. Just kiss me.
