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.