We tried again.

With painful declarations and tears in our eyes, we agreed to part.

But I wrote and you called.

You are at my door. We sit side by side, leaning into each other.

Your inability to part, your unwillingness to unbind yourself from me.

The way you keep my things. My key, my letters, my bracelet, and my heart.

You refuse to let go of them.

You keep them near you and just close enough.

Close enough for hope.

Every time.

I allow it all and keep that space for you.

Because your heartbeat when you pull me in is loud in my ears.

And your kiss stirs my soul from its stillness.

You awaken my heart to the possibility of the impossible.

My hand in yours ignites the flame of hope…

Hope.

It is the most reckless feeling.