An Open Line

The first time my heart was opened again….It was a cold August night, with strangers and new friends.

Barbie, a bathtub, a few too many beers…

You had eyes that reminded me of hers. Your heart was wide open, nurturing and free.

We spent some nights together, it was sweet but I made it troublesome.

My mind has a way of projecting her onto everyone I see. I’m sorry that you weren’t any different.

I think of you fondly, and what we could have been, but I’m proud to be part of your community. That is what love looks like to me.

An open line, no matter what you’re going through. Maybe we’re better as friends, maybe I made one too many mistakes last October.

All I know is you opened my heart, something I never expected to feel with a friend again.

There is a risk that you take, when you cross that line.

You taught me that it’s okay to change your mind. I can risk a love that could reap a greater reward, than never opening my heart in the first place.