I can’t say I come with zero baggage. Nor am I expecting you to.
We are not kids to walk away carefree from relationships, after all. We have not been kids in a while.
But we deserve to be young again. We deserve to do stupid things together. We deserve to laugh a lot, make out like teens do and fall in love like it’s for the first time ever. We deserve another chance.
Every time we get our hearts broken, we end up carrying a box full of pieces of our heart.
It’s not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of our strength. To love fearlessly, recklessly. A sign that we valued something, no matter how bad it ended, no matter how short it was.
It is a sign of our faith and belief in something. Faith that broke. Which is why it hurt. And every reminder would bring back small shoots of pain.
But let’s not be afraid of this pain. Pain is good. Because that’s how we know we love.
The ability to love today is a superpower. A lot of us are afraid to fall in love again because of the weight of these boxes of broken pieces we end up carrying along.
I say, let’s not fear each other’s boxes.
We’ll find a place for them. I’ll keep a closet, you keep yours. They are a treasure we will cherish for life because they are who we were. They are everything that led us to each other.
I heard barefoot running actually makes feet tougher. I’m sure the heart gets tougher too, with time. Every now and then, when we hang with someone we like, the heart starts pumping extra blood and life into our bodies. It makes us feel young again. And a lot less jaded. We lose a few years. It makes us want to hide the boxes we are carrying. At least, it makes me want to keep my hands free.
So, even if you have just one hand free, we can make a start.
May I hold your hand? For a while or a longer while.