my heart & your heart; a fixer-upper

Maybe my heart isn’t the home you are looking for. Just maybe I am a fixer-upper that called to you to show affection and compassion. Perhaps that is what my heart is for you. You helped gut out the things I no longer needed that hurt me and polished the things that I kept hidden under the floorboards of my soul. Your gentle hands caressed over my foundation, memorizing the veins along with the concrete of my walls. You were so gentle with me; how can I not fall in love with you?

Like all fixer-uppers that transform into a beautiful house, this isn’t meant for you for the long term. You came into my life when the autumn moon was so yellow, and the trees began to change to rustic colors. You were sent to me to heal me as I was meant to heal you, too. We had a lot of things to learn about each other and, most notably, about ourselves. I am glad we were on this journey together, even if it was for a short time. My bones will never be brittle anymore as you fed me your love and affection, and your soul will always know what unconditional love feels like from a stranger.

These are the things we will never forget.

A year has passed, and the winter sun drifts off to sleep as the dusk softly colors the evening sky. My heart whispers of a daydream, and my soul is drunk off you.

I will never be the same, and I am more than okay with that.

Yours in a different lifetime,

M.

p.s. I'll meet you on crystal white sands and sapphire blue waters under two collided sunsets.