You came 7 months ago, when I was crippled with responsibilities and negative emotions. I was a mess, crawling out of bed sleep-deprived and half-dead. I was constantly eating anxiety for breakfast, that got me starving and delirious, fragile and bleak. My soul was on a thinning process, and my nutshell was cracked. There were storms in the pockets of my cardigan, and dead flowers growing wild in my hair. I wasn't tamed. Not even by my own self...

Then you walked by me, a stranger in Outlander, flashing your most dashing smile. I initially thought you were an idiot, probably lost. Maybe you'd ask for some directions which i couldn't give, because i too, am lost twice as much as you. But you took...