I live with a heart divided. Here on earth I have made my place, made my choice and devoted my life. Yet a tiny string spans across the universe and keeps me connected to you.
My heart, although it has tried to let go, clings to you. To the dreams that I have weaved about you. To the possibilities for us that never were. To hopes that I cannot let go of.
It doesn’t matter how far away you are because I have a piece of you that I carry with me. A small stone that sits heavy in the bottom of my heart. Just like that small cognac coloured leather pouch with one single curl from your head. You are a character in the backdrop of my life story.
I hope you don’t mind how close I keep you. After all, I have tried to cast you away and yet time and gain you someone wash up upon my shore. So instead I have learned to keep you buried deep within my heart. A safe haven for my deepest longing and desires.
And although we have created completely separate lives, it is strange to me how we have remained bonded and bound to one another for an eternity; a promise ring that lies hidden in a box.
Is it wrong to stay tethered?
Does having you in my life make the hard times better or will it slowly drive me mad? Does my presence make it impossible for you to find joy in the life you have chosen?
Or is it right to hang onto the comfort that you bring?
Isn’t the comfort of knowing that you’re there worth it? No one else makes me feel as special as you do. I hope I’m not being selfish.
If only I knew what to make of the soothing torture of this enduring immutable bond.
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