...Of Nowhere
Occasionally she becomes aware of her own heartbeat, and all she can think is "It is a wonder." To borrow an idiom. It is a wonder. That her heart still beats. That she still stands. She has lost and lost and lost. Sometimes she feels like the last one standing.
But she is not.
She is in a world, filled with people, and she has tried and tried and tried to find the right one. The one who will not disappoint, who will not lie, who will not prove himself less than permanent.
There is a part of her that whispers she has already found him, but she refuses to listen just yet. That part has been wrong before, and it is referring to one person she is not prepared to lose.
So she forges ahead, hoping that she is getting somewhere. But it feels an awful lot like being stuck in the middle of nowhere.