The warmth of the tears running down my cheek is comforting as I stitch a patch over my weeping heart.

This patch of love for a man who has coloured my being and influenced my life greatly.

He still does.

The tear run down my  face and onto my dress and make the colours twinkle.

He left this place to pursue his purpose in life, his dream!

I love him for that.

I respect him for that!

But oh how it STINGS!!!

Cracks my heart, twists my being.

Away from his touch, each hot tear reminding me of that.

I have cried and thrashed around in my own mind.

Now I sew. I remember the amazing adventure we had.

All the play and the fun I will dearly miss.

Yet I am left with colours in my stitches that would never have never showed up if we did not dance together.

The joy and the pain all create the me I am now.

It is through the dance with others, the opening of our hearts that we found pieces of ourself we had no yet seen. Pieces hidden that we can now proudly wear on display,

knowing that this is who we are.

I love you. I whisper into the silence.

You helped colour me a truer shade of myself!

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