My Heart

He’s my heart.

This year when the spring rains came and my twentieth year of mourning came sharper than a blade, we found each other. I needed someone, anyone, to love without reservation. Too many years limiting love I just needed to give making me hurt in all the old secret ways.

From that very first day, he was my child. He is my child. He is the child I didn’t get to have. He never minds that I love him too much or fuss over him

I needed to love without limit.

And so the universe gave me Beau.

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