Thoughts On Love


This morning my five year-old burst into my room to give me a kiss before he made a beeline to the flat screen.

As he kissed my cheek, he asked, “do kisses go straight to your heart?”

I said, “Yes.”

“Why? Because your heart is filled with love?”

I sleepily nodded.

“What happens if it breaks?…your heart?”

I opened my eyes. Now there’s a question.

“Do all of the pretty things come out?” He waited.

I paused to consider this at 7am. “Your heart can mend, it can be fixed.”

He nodded. “I don’t want mine to break.”

Neither do I, I thought as he scurried off the bed.

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