I WRITE MY HEART OUT

  If forever is a lie, Why are promises to be made? If things are destined, Why do we meet people? If bonds are to break, Why do we often love? If beauty will fade, Why be beautiful? If fragrances are to dull, Why does the aroma stay? If memories are to go, Why do we take pictures? If it can’t be yours, Why is forever beautiful? (It was raining.) ~Tk 

When someone opens their heart to you, they're entrusting you with a part of their soul. In that moment, they're giving you everything. Their trust, their fears, their story. If you find yourself unable to ease their burden or change their world, then let the greatest kindness you offer be silence. Let the story they shared die within you, a quiet remembrance that lives on even if you don't walk together. The deepest respect you can show is to carry their words to your final breath, honoring the bond you shared, even if time and distance may draw you apart. For some stories are not ours to tell. They are sacred, bound in the unspoken promise of trust. -TK