I hope he calls you in the morning after a night of sleeping in a big, empty bed Just to say good morning Just to hear your voice as it is the only wake up call he needs. I hope he cooks you breakfast Knowing how you like your eggs how you take your coffee how little or how much you wish to speak. I hope he cooks you dinner, too For no reason at all. I hope he holds your hand proudly as you walk through a room of people you don’t know. I hope he builds you up until you are standing on a pedestal of your own creation. I hope he encourages you to make art take risks travel the world be alone— always knowing that you’ll be back home in his warm embrace as long as his heart is open. I hope he wears his heart on his sleeve and is not shy to adorn yours as well. I hope he is the kind of person who, when presented with the ocean, will not shy away from diving in to ride the waves. I hope he is all of himself unafraid to own his stories no matter how dark they may seem. I hope he can see that all of you is in the stars poking through the dark sky of your past. I hope he is not scared by your ability to choose growth your ability to not be held hostage by the person you were yesterday last week last year. I hope his attention span is as long as every word that exits your mouth your heart. I hope that he hears your truth and meets it with gratitude for your vulnerability. I hope he loves you in a way you didn’t know love existed. For you have only seen love in other places with shaky ground that fell beneath your hopeful feet. This is who I hope for you— Because you are worthy of being loved by a heart so bright the sun blushes in admiration.
Annabelle Blythe
