3 Am

Early in the morning or late in the night, Woke up from my recurring dream, contemplating in silence, staring at my ceiling. walked into the kitchen, hungry for a bite, wondering why this girl loves me, despite my brokenness. filling with last night's rice and curry remembering the time when, In my hands displayed the glittering scarlet pieces of glass, memoirs of my shattered heart. she took one by one, laying each piece side by side, one on the other, around and over into a rosette she made, saying "see with my eyes; and if you still need a heart, we can share on mine." awestruck what more could I have said? I took a knee and then something wonderful happened, she said, "yes".