Some things are meant for losing. Traveling along toward sunny skies and shedding yourself of that extra layer–a coat flung haphazardly against a peeling white fence. Ridding yourself of your shoes so your toes can be graced with the grass. Hearts stripped open without pretense before a friend as you lazily let dip your feet in the rushing water while chattering away to the same cadence.
Some things are meant for keeping safe. A story carried throughout the day only to be whispered into his ear between the covers. An “I love you” written on a note tucked in a lunch box. A kiss on the forehead when tears stain cheeks. A heart.
Some things are meant for being found. Redemption. The sunrise across the sky hidden in the depths of the wood. A second chance or a third. Broken things made new. Trust. Answers to prayers and questions. Hope. A cross written in the clouds.
b'ahava 