With a scarred heart, I took down the decoration of friendship, maybe even love; a symbol between two people with a string to connect their spirit's. It wasn't a generic show of affection like chocolate, roses or a heart. But a reminder that meant so much more than any other motif of love.
The first time I tried to let it go, I cried. I cried tears that silently flowed off of my cheek to drip onto my dark jeans. Some things are hard to let go. I couldn't throw it away. I wasn't ready for the presence to be vacant and me to be aware that it wouldn't exist anymore to comfort my thoughts.
Irony. It has to arrive sometime. I did take it down. In its place, I hung a heart. Light shimmers through the colored panes of the heart onto the soft interior. The first time the heart was in its place, ready for the trial; it hummed. The heart hummed a song of sadness because I knew what used to be in its place.
As moments pass, the humming has become a song of comfort with me and who I am. I threw the old one away, and it truly has left my life completely. You know something? I'm wonderful. I love me and the heart that adheres there is a symbol of love for myself, confidence, improvement.
Today I see a new beginning of hope to find myself.
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2 comments:
Maddie, this is lovely. You are a wonderful writer and a wonderful person with the biggest and best heart I know! I'm so glad we're friends
That was beautiful.
I loved it.
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