Keeping The Soft Girl

I had an epiphany today.

The soft girl.

She’s found the place she remembers, the place she knows she’ll never leave again.

Not for any job, not for any man.

Not for any worldly fear that really wasn’t hers to begin with.

Because once the wind finds a soul, there’s no stopping the current that swings it merrily along.

That wind.

There is no denying it.

There is absolutely no rationalizing it because there really is nothing rational about the greatest love that ever there was.

The love of a soft girl.

I won’t abandon her to the logical minds of others again. She’s far too lovely to be over thought, and over criticized by a world too afraid to believe in the magic at the very fingertips of us. The magic of more.

I believe in the magic of more.

And my heart, my soul, my soft girl—I promise I’ll never leave you again.

I promise that to you now, because now I know you.

I finally know you.

And that means that all along…

you and I were the ones that were truly meant to be.