A Heart Split Into Two

From the very first time I looked upon your face, bright and lovely, I felt it. Your slate-coloured eyes boring into my own, wide and wondrous, filling me with warmth, hope, love.

Belonging.

I knew, looking at you then, that I’d finally found my place in the world. A world of experiences we would share, the adventures before us unfolding in my mind’s eye. The ups and downs, the joy and the sorrow. It was all there now for me… and you.

I’d never believed that another person would be a reason for just ‘being.’ I’d always felt that you make that choice yourself, you fit where you choose to fit, live for yourself.

I saw then, how wrong I was, the truth shining in those beautiful eyes. New beginnings with endless possibilities.

You weren’t just a ‘person’ though, but so much more. You were a piece of me, and I a piece of you. A heart split into two.

I made you from myself, within myself, those long months past. I felt you growing, an extension of myself, but still never really understood until the moment I held you in my arms. Your tiny heart beating alongside my own, separate, apart… and yet completely, impossibly, together.

Home. It was home I found inside of you. How odd, I’d thought, that I’d find that there. You think of a baby belonging to its mother, but no. It was I belonged to you. You took my whole soul with you, in that first glance – I was yours as much as you were mine. It wouldn’t matter where I was, or whatever else I was, because home was where you were and I was simply yours.

I was sure you knew it too, that almost smile gracing those small pink lips. That little wrinkled hand that fisted against my breast.

I was utterly and completely captivated by the perfection that was you – utterly and completely yours.

It was good. It was right. I belonged.