He said it was the red string that led me to where he was, to the place I had never imagined to be. It had always been there, tied to each other's little fingers, from the very second he and I first met.
He said it may stretch when we were apart, but no matter how far we were from each other, it would always pull us back gently to the place where we belong to.
He said that it may tangle when our hands were fumbling in the dark, trying not to lose our grip of each other, because life had caught us in a downward spiral and there was no way out.
But I guess he forgot that no matter how strong the string was, it would eventually break when he cut it off abruptly, leaving me hanging with words I was trying to believe in.