What If I...

It sounds a bit odd, I know, but it is a truth the soul carries. It is the strange, stubborn thing a heart does...

It beats even when it is shattered. It continues to beat for the very hands that broke it. It manages to spread love even while it is quietly bleeding.

It strives to be unconditional, even when it has only ever been loved with conditions.

It waits, hoping that one day, another heart will recognise the rhythm. That someone will love him to such an extent that the wounds finally begin to close.

And then, instead of just beating to survive, he will start to bloom alongside that other heart. I imagine them blooming so wildly that they grow their own garden - filled with small, fluffy flowers and butterflies dancing in the light.

It may sound unrealistic to the world... but what if I am right?