There are certain things you never forget about someone who has impacted your heart; good or bad. It could be the gentle cadence of their voice supplying your esteem with words of endearment or the soft touch to the curve of your back in echoing comfort. It could also be moments in particular that rose above all others; such as a glance over a meal that spoke in place of words unable to be conjured or the final kiss that encompassed both compassion and kindness. But along with the memories of lighthearted bliss would follow those of pain in excess; the arguments, the words uttered with the intent to scar, and the cold air of a lover walking away with the realization they wouldn't return.
These would be what I thought of when sitting in the corner of the waiting room while my siblings had
