Pretty young woman, you have no idea – will never know – how much that one simple, unconscious gesture meant to me.
I was in a bad place, a dark place, contemplating the various methods I could employ to end my life in the least painful way possible. You didn’t know that, of course.
It was a beautiful morning with warm summer sunshine and the sound of birdsong filling the air. When our paths crossed my mind was not particularly bothered about my surroundings.
Then our eyes made contact.
And you smiled at me.
And suddenly I wanted to live after all.