All, entirely.

Dear you,

I think... the strongest, most perfect hearts are the ones that break. The ones that latch onto words like Bible verses, even though experience has been enough to teach them of how empty words can be. I think the most wonderful hearts are the ones that do not take for granted, the ones that fall before thinking, supposing, questioning. The ones that first have faith. Those that reach deeply into the soils of the earth in love, but whose leaves are the easiest to sway in the wind; swaying, swaying, each breath through the pores of its canopy. All, entirely.

xx,
CLL