Oh, my wild heart

Oh, my wild heart. Nothing awakens you like lost love returned, does it? They tell you to be patient, and to be careful, and to be wise, but here we go off the edge of the next cliff. You always were a jumper. 

But I love you all the same.

Oh, my wild heart. You twirl in toddler-like circles, frantic, a little dancer in a kitchen asking only to be praised. And he praises you. He turns to you and says "I've always loved you," and you stop for just a moment, the stillness overtaking you like fire. It's one beautiful moment in a dumpster of harsh realities. 

Keep dancing, oh my wild heart. Even if they tell you to stop. Keep jumping, and I will follow you. Because the love that is coming is sweeter than all we've left behind.