The Park Bench Of Hope
It is time to move forward, but what can be done to ease the journey?
She sat down silently on the bench in the park. She needed space, but not in a way that made her feel alone. He was certain he could see sadness in her eyes, but he knew it wasn’t his place to pry, speculate, or intrude. The need to distract herself from dark thoughts felt overwhelming. They had shared good times, but she had made the courageous decision to move on and start anew. It was painful but essential. She felt no...