February 15, 2021
Have you ever been afraid to make someone your happiness? To pin all your emotions to their cork board heart, and weep when it gets too heavy for them to hold? To rely on every move they make and base your own on the pace they show you? To open up the goriest parts of your body to them and expect wholeheartedly for them to accept you as you are? You have been afraid of the vulnerability they wanted you to have. You have been afraid because someone looked at you, closed their eyes, and never opened them to you again. That is why you cannot make another person your happiness-at least not in the same way that they were. If someone holds your heart like that again and squeezes a little too tight for you to handle, you will run. You'll be out of breath by the second step, but you will run. Your weakness will shine through you like a flashlight through open fingers as you turn to look back at what you left behind. You leave before you're left. Your happiness will never stem from someone else, but you won't even let it stem from yourself. So embrace who you are, sprinter; the only one who can love someone like that is the one who made the game.
R.K.
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Holeheart
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