“My heart’s a stereo; it beats for you so listen close; hear my thoughts in every no-o-ote/ Make me your radio; and turn me up when you feel low; this melody was meant for you; just sing along to my stereo… ” ~Gym Class Heroes ft. Adam Levine <– (click if you want to listen)
I may be old fashioned or a hopeless romantic, but as far back as I can remember, I’ve felt that there is a specific language that my heart speaks. I’ve also felt like I will know that someone is “the one” because he will speak the language of my heart like it’s his native tongue.
*deep sigh*
Like even as I type out that phrase, the thought of it just ignites something in my heart and soul, and makes me smile, though I’ve never experienced such a love…
I mean could you imagine meeting someone…
And imagine that who they are, the way that they were created, with all their quirks and imperfections… imagine meeting someone who you felt was perfect for you…
Imagine feeling cherished in ways that you had previously thought were impossible, because of the way that they speak the language of your heart…
Imagine that the way they interact with you speaks life into the dormant parts of your heart and soul… that had previously been untouched because everyone you’ve entertained spoke a different language…
*another deep sigh*
Imagine sharing the uglier and messier parts of you… imagine sharing some of your past hurts… or imagine sharing your fears, insecurities and regrets…
Imagine sharing all of that… exposing the most vulnerable parts of you that you may be a little ashamed of… imagine sharing all of that and the way that they interact with you still speaks life into the dormant parts of your heart and soul… that had previously been untouched because everyone you’ve entertained spoke a different language…
Imagine feeling seen… and imagine feeling cherished…
The thought of that truly ignites something in my heart and soul, and makes me smile, though I’ve never experienced such a love…
*deep sigh*
Again, I may be old fashioned or a hopeless romantic, but as far back as I can remember, I’ve felt that there is a specific language that my heart speaks. I’ve also felt like I will know that someone is “the one” because he will speak the language of my heart like it’s his native tongue.
*sigh*
I guess time will tell whether or not this desire is unrealistic… time will tell if the impossible can become possible… but the older I get, the more certain I become about who I am… and what I need…
Thank you very much Im deaf and I ve some specks ancient as Italiano smile I ve so happy very much so satisfying about the fast track vaccines development! Priase Lord! Amen!