Thank you friend of soul, for not being just a number, or one of the many who came, did as they pleased, and left me to clean all their jumble. For sharing a slice of your anomalous heart, if it is not yet explicitly stated, I’ve given you a slice of this candid heart as well.
Oh dear, blood related or not, you have become a part of me, kind of like a family. Oh love, when I recall who was or were there when this heart was broken into tiny crystals and tears rolled down these cheeks all the way down to the chin, that face is the first one that comes to mind. When misfortunes seemed to roam around me, knowing I had your back to rely on gave me the bits of strength that I needed. Of course, never forgetting those words of support with maybe a sarcastic joke to strip a smile and a giggle out during maybe not the best times.
Count the memories we’ve created, I dare you to name each… it is almost impossible since there are quite many. Friend of heart, friend of soul, never forget each laugh, tear, hug, lyric, joke, and food we’ve shared. Remember each of them with love, my love.
Be my pessimistic-realistic half, help these feet stay on the ground, yet, do please allow these dreams, thoughts, and hopes fly away every once in a while. When optimism makes me stumble, pick me up. When I make a huge mistake due to the impulses this heart runs by, please help me and put me in my place. When pessimism makes you stumble I’ll pick you up. When you make a huge mistake due to your cold and “well” thought mind, I’ll always help you and put you in your place. Remember, this is a two-way street!
Stay for long, don’t leave my side, we’re not glued, our paths may take different routes, but let’s always promise to meet half-way. Dearest curls, let me hear for years and years to come, those unique and “lovely” labels each curl babbles.
Words can’t seem to ever do justice enough to this. Let us keep writing our story as the years advance, always together. Let’s outgrow the mistakes of our past, the heart breaks, the midnight thoughts that keep us up at night, and the doubts. Let each of us blossom into our final, most beautiful and strongest stage.
We’ve got pages and pages of memories and pictures still left to fill up this book. Stay, keep me in your heart, be my partner in crime, I’ll do the same, my love.