All I Had Were Crumbs is a short story written by The Brave Slayer and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Fools Rush In for the month of April
THAT NIGHT WAS KIND OF SPECIAL.
I tend to pick up on the smallest cues of concern, of what was said and done to me..
not because I’m too sentimental or cliché,
but because I only knew of it in tiny portions.
It’s why I recognize them so easy..
Small amount of gentleness, small ounce of care here and there, picking up random pieces of happiness I can keep..
Could there have been more?
Would there be more?
Halfway through this lifetime and I have no idea how it could have felt, to be genuinely cared for.
Halfway through this life and I have no clue how it could have felt if love was served any other way, aside from the crumbs I’ve known of all this time.
I wonder how it would feel.
Strange feelings can be scary, that’s what they said.
Maybe I’ll spend a whole lifetime wondering.
Maybe I’ll spend a lifetime not knowing.
Maybe I’ll be okay with that.
Can’t miss something you never had, right.
Right?
