Dear Heart

Be silly, be sad, be joyful
Explore the world, through each other
Cook, bake, dig soil and plant some seeds
Make memories, make love
Marvel in the the brightness of the dawn, the colours of the sunset, the taste of rich coffee, coldness of the ice-cream on a winter night
Even in pain, feel in harmony with the other
Feel amazed. By love for life, sunshine, adventure, patience
Live a life that is full, it took us a long time to get here.

Let’s be on the same side.
I’m not here to fix you or figure you out. I am not looking for someone who is perfect, because I am still filling my cracks.
But I need to know that we are both capable, and willing, to heal on our own, I promise to be there to lend a hand while you do it. Will you be there for me too?
From this place of caring only for ourselves, can we come together and care deeply for each other?

We will walk, touching hands, have a drink, and talk. About bicycles and wine and Morocco and Brazil, about books, movies, music and planets, anything. We will make love passionately, slowly, two people who cannot get enough of life, or each other.

I don’t want to take advantage of you— if I do, I want you to gently remind me that I am selfish.
We need alone time. It doesn’t mean we don’t care. It simply means that in order to take care of us and others in our lives, we need time to reconnect with ourselves. If you need more, or less, don’t be afraid to ask for it—or anything else.

You are free to be completely, 100% you. Slightly odd, overly generous, wickedly funny, crazy affectionate, all the wonderful things that you are. Be them. Don’t ever hold back, even a bit, even when you think you will offend me or hurt my feelings, or that I will judge you.
The fear in my head, will slowly leave. Be gentle.
I will be cranky, and eat an entire bag of potato chips 
Thoughtless words will be said. Let’s pause, breathe. No judgement zone.

I will annoy you so much, Sometimes you will hate me. We will fight. We will drive each other nuts.
My temper though normally calm, at times is like a storm on a rampage. We will get past it, if we accept each other. If we don’t stonewall. If we can give space.

Let’s talk. Always.

Fireflies

They glow, they are happy, there is a chemical reaction that happens to make them sparkle and shine. It is a “cold light” they do not lose their heat. They are energised.

There is a childlike joy to see them glow in the dark. My happy childhood memories are of spotting fireflies in the garden as night sets in.

I feel like I’m flying, like my stomach is full of heat and my chest is full of fireflies.

Fireflies larvae live underground in winter, mature during spring, emerge in summer and glow during early monsoon.

The warmth of a cold winter, birds singing, flowers blooming, spring is in the air, a hot fiery, summer day, Sunlight glow on my window, soon the rains leaving their sparkling raindrops on my window ledge.
The season’s unfold them and I do too. Like them, I look forward to the ongoing conversation of love and the twinkling in the air.

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread "