You found me when I was already ripped. I was torn in places that you didn’t know existed, places I didn’t know were still there. I cried when I recognized them and you took my tears and you let them float in your palms. You kissed them. You let them be.
How do you let still water exist of which was made of turmoil? How do you make water float, when all it wants to do is sink?
You accept its desire to sink while lifting its weight, its memories and its fears. You walk with it. You lie with the earth, asking it to listen.
I’ve never known how to define the most sought out connection between humans. Maybe while I was being torn, I forgot how to communicate with my heart. Maybe when I was torn, my heart chose to no longer communicate.
But somehow, you placed my heart in the water. And it floated. It healed and it grew. And maybe that is what sought out human connection is meant to be— with those who heal your heart with tears.
