Angel,
Our hearts live by contradictions impossible to understand. It is when we tie our heart to another that we are most free. How is it, that in the binding, we are able to soar? We see the world in new colours; we listen to our better angels; our burdens are lessened. We become our better selves.
When those bonds begin to dissolve, it is not the binding that break but our heart. And when a heart breaks, we can no longer fly; we sink and look to bury ourselves. Colours drain, we cannot hear our angels, everything becomes a chore. We are no longer ourselves.
An unbound heart cannot soar because it is not meant to beat alone. The hardest thing is to remember that no heart is ever completely unbound; is never alone. The hardest thing sometimes is to find the tie that binds.
Just me.
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