Last night I laid in bed chatting to a friend of mine. She’s
beautifully different, got bright red hair and the most amazing house… Except
for the fact that I like her house, I like her – she’s interesting, tough and
got such a good heart! And a very cute cat...
This morning my mum called. I send her a short text, saying
very little and somehow she knew I was upset.
As I stood outside talking to her, I realized that you get all kinds of
people in your life: family, friends, relatives, colleagues and those you
greet.
…and heart people.
Heart people are the ones listening when you say very
little. They know when to write you a
long mail, encouraging you to be strong. They are the ones laughing at your
sarcastic jokes and hugging you, though nothing happened. They’re the ones that call concerned just
because it’s Wednesday (or any other day of the week…) and that packs you lunch,
when you didn’t ask.
I've got a couple of those and it’s a day like today – when
I hate the world, despise people and would much rather be a penguin, that these
people understand me, love me and support me.
They talk to me, even after seeing me happy, torn, defeated, heartbroken,
empty and miserable.
Heart people don't just love – its as if they fill a little
bit of my heart, that needs only them to survive.
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