Rewriting the Distance Between Us

Ever feel like you're standing still while the world rushes past? That's me-stuck in the middle of my own mess, trying to figure out if it's possible to start over when everything feels fractured. My art used to be my escape, but lately, even the blank canvas seems to mock me. And then there's Noah. He's the kind of guy who talks about carving wood like it's magic, the kind of guy whose smile makes me forget that I'm supposed to be guarding my heart. But how do you trust yourself to open up again when you've already been shattered once? Is it even worth risking the pieces you've barely put back together? They say you can't rewrite the past, but maybe-just maybe-you can start a new story with the right person.