Melting Hearts

There was once a girl who loved everybody.

It was nice for the lonely,
Beautiful for the lost,
Helpful for the unkind,
And Dangerous for her.

She lived a life where she melted hearts,
None would break,
Except hers.

Some people have the power to take a hurt heart, and mold it into a strong heart.
But you see, they take parts of their own heart to help the other wrap it's wounds.
Eventually, they don't have enough of their heart to help another... So they feel they lose their purpose.

This is often the end of the story, where these special people begin to disappear, but this is not the end of our story.

Our story involves another story.
A story of an artist.
An artist who can paint the sky on his  heart, and his heart on the sky.
An artist who paints her love for everyone.

She saved him once, from a stab in the heart.
It was when he had been forgotten.
Her love for him created his story.

The beginning of his story starts with him sculpting a heart,
The story goes as most,
Where the beginning is forgotten in the midst of the adventure.

But then he becomes forgotten again, and remembers the forgotten.
Going back to the beginning, you see that the heart had fallen and broken.

Most would create another, or figure that it wasn't the best creation anyways,
But these stories are braided with the stars of regrets,
So he began his best project yet.

He found the heart that created his story, and began to mend it.

The girl had been close to disappearing when the artist began his project.

The girl had gone mending hearts, thinking no one would heal hers, until he came to pick up the pieces and fill in the holes with the beauty of herself.

And so they lived, keeping each other whole by loving each other while healing others.
The artist and the girl held each other's heart with the careful words of someone who knew the pains of the world.

They're still out there, living on in memories and hearts.
Their story has become the world.

The cosmos that we live in loves watching our stories.
We live in a cosmos that loves happy endings.
Remember the cosmos, for it is made of the hearts and words of stories.