Footprints in My Heart
“I’m sorry. I really, really am. It’s just…”
“It’s okay”, he says, flashing a warm smile, and then it fades, “But I didn’t read it.” And I know he’s telling the truth.
“I know.” I say reassuringly.
He chuckles softly as he looks at my hands. I look too, and notice that I’m clutching the precious book as if my life depended on it. Well, that’s close to the truth. I wouldn’t for the life of me have anyone read this book. It has too much insight of who I really am; holds the emotions that are buried too deep within me to recover again. To recover that, to bring it back to life- would take a miracle. One day, I hope I’m going to come out through my shell, this wall that I’ve built around me, and
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