Dear heart of mine,
I know what you want. I’ve memorised every inch of you.
I know that you grow in size, every time I catch up to you. Your dimensions stretch in every direction and you challenge me to pour into all corners of you. I love that sometimes, my growth and yours, synchronise – and for a few moments there, I can immerse myself completely into the comfort of us.
Dear heart of mine, I know you sway.
I know you change according to what is right. I know there are questions raised because of it. I know you are too dynamic to interpret sometimes. But, I love that you’re sure of your change. I love that you’re utterly calm, through your seeming turbulence. I love that I’m in awe of how complex you truly are and I love that you’re the only complication I want to spend my life truly understanding.
Dear heart of mine, I know that you care.
I know that you love deeply.
All seeds that are planted don’t grow up to bear fruits. Sometimes these trees will fall and sometimes the space that their roots leave behind, cannot be replaced.
Dear heart of mine, I know that you’ve bruised. In your vast heavenly wonderland, there are holes in your clouds. I know heaven’s gates sometimes allow souls that are heavy, and sometimes the joy has to give way for sorrow until it falls off the cloud.
Dear heart of mine, I know you’ve learned to be grateful. I know you know joy and I know you bathe in stardust. I know that sometimes you scream for my attention, and you throw tantrums until I pour love into you. I know you so well, and I love you so much.
Dear heart of mine, it’s okay to take your time to heal. It’s okay to protect yourself until you do. It’s okay to plant dynamites in the way of anybody who comes close to hurting you.
Dear heart of mine, I know you’re doing fine.
I know that you speak in tongues that are sometimes lost in translation,
but you speak anyway.
I know you don’t care about being understood by anybody else.
But I see you, I get you.
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