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Dear Heart,

It is determined in our lives that we are born to learn to become independent souls where we are the breadwinners for the household of ourselves.

The love that takes you places; places you have always been afraid to encounter. The places you would have never seen yourself coming even close to.

The stage only large enough for one; with a single window only open wide enough for one single person to look out through. The negative direction of where our minds take us. A direction where we begin to believe it is only ourselves that can provide us with the happiness we deserve.

It is not just a single person themselves that can provide such a strong human emotion. It is the people of the world; the people who stand beside us. It is at a young age where we begin to learn how our emotions work. Throughout the day we grow tired and immune to the things happening around us.

It is until the day that someone enters your life that everything you have ever learned changes. It’s loud. A change that is frightening and arduous; deep within you know it is good for you.

The heart that lies in the chamber of his chest; the clasp of the necklace around my neck draping down my décolletage imprinting a mark on the soft olive skin of his sternum. The curl of his hair defining the sharp carved architecture of his face; the dim light fulfilling the drops of honey swirling in the irises of his eyes. The warm soft breeze of his breath blowing across my ear leading to caress the side of my cheek; the touch of his balmy hands glazing upon my chilled shivering body.

Enhanced with the love I began to believe I would never find, I have been gratified with a much larger stage. At the far end of the room, the window opens wider revealing a more serene world. A world where I choose what I see. A world where in perpetuity, I choose to see him.

Across the brimful lands of Europe, the glazing crystal seas, the flaring grounds of the vast deserts, the fond cities of America, and the alluring islands and small continents: we speak of a future.

The future is a far place. A place out of reach where we desperately search for a preview. We ask ourselves if we wish to see what our future looks like. We try and guess where we will reside; the children we will have and the family we will declare.

The window that has extended its vantage point gifts something to me that I hold close and primitively to my heart: the love that I choose to descry.

With love and dedication to the one I adore,

Corissa