❤️ Those are the passionate ones. The ones who bleed zeal and show it. The unapologetic ones. They’re the red hearts. 💛 These are young and full of life. They exude youth as keenly as the sun exudes light. Theirs is rainbows and unicorns. They’re the yellow hearts. 💚 These are the warm ones. They give off themselves until there’s nothing left. They know why they do, but we’ve stopped trying to understand them. They’re the green hearts. 💗 These have hope of better stories.

Mary. You must be tired of everyone asking, Almost as if you owe them a piece of yourself – you must have said the answer over and over when they ask you, “Did you know?” I understand your frustration, trust me I share in it, because how would you know? How would you tell the end from the beginning, when your mind could barely wrap itself around the concept of virgin conception . As you held him in your arms that special night, after you wrapped him in swaddling clothes, you

The coast is clear. No, really – the coast is clear There’s no sign of you anywhere But you said you’ll come for me And I’ve awaited your return ever since. I have watched the sun set over this horizon for months, And I see no sign of your sails. You said you’ll do it for me- You promised to sail the seven seas if you had to, as long as it brought you back to me. If I could find you, I will ride the waves to you, If I knew where you were, I would build a bridge of broken memo