Someone shared this on Facebook today and, boy, did it strike a nerve.
Because isn’t that what we all want? For somebody to keep us in their heart? Forever.
You may say that this is a big ask. But look inside yourself and see who you’re keeping there.
One person, two? Ten maybe?
I’d wager more than you’d have thought at first.
I keep my family in my heart, of course. My parents, my brother, my baby cousin (she’s 17, don’t tell her I called her baby), my adopted grandparents, my great aunt.
I keep our budgie there, who was a part of our family for almost 12 years. My babies Joe and Grace, always. I keep my ex there, who will always be family to me as well.
And then there are my friends. If I really wanted to get into it, I could probably count them all out, but I don’t think so. You should know who you are.
Some of them live in Germany, some in New Zealand and Australia, one or two in Canada, two or so in the US of A. Two at least here in the UK. And some I don’t know, because I’ve not seen them in so many years that I don’t know where they are.
We meet people, so many of them and yet only a fraction of human kind. We make friends. We lose people. We let go. But some, and there will always be someone, we keep.
No matter where we go, no matter where they are, no matter how far we go or how long it may be before we see each other again, if ever, we keep each other in our hearts.
I’ve kept you. I will keep you.
And I hope you will keep me.
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