When I see the stars hang in the sky, the light from them makes me want to grab one and keep. How I wish having many hearts to dangle before others’ eyes, yet I possess only one.
Sometimes the heart cannot ease in the night, such as this day, passing by once a year without someone nearby. Blessed for the ones who have another to share this February 14. As for the unwanted, to toss the heart into the air for someone to catch, which may fall bruised when slipped again, or to let it beat inside until it dries out…?