You don't understand. No amount of words would probably make you understand.©
That day, four years ago, I'd mostly given up.
Giving up means the end of you. I knew that.
But there was no way anyone would help me, or lend me a hand― that's what I honestly thought.
I couldn't ask for help, I had nowhere to run... And then the window opened.
You threw it open wide, didn't you. And then you spread your arms open.
To me, it looked like you were calling, beckoning for me to come in.