Dear heart,
You're going to find your home soon. I promise you. So until then, just please keep beating. For me. For us. For him.
And when that time comes, and he's showed us what it feels to be home, we'd both be glad we didn't give up.
It would be so fulfilling you would feel like bursting inside my chest.
We would be glad we didn't succumb into this darkness we're feeling now.
And just like those novels we read and get jealous of, we would soon have our own story to live by. We would be the main characters of not only our chapter, but also his'.
One day someone would be proud of us. No matter how crazy we are.
He would accept us for who we are. And us, for who he is.
We would make each other the better versions of ourselves and know the other better as the clocks tick.
I would find out that you weren't the only heart that's broken for a long time, because we would eventually know that his heart, too, has been through a lot. And that they had overcome them all. They didn't give up. They treasured the pain. Until they found us.
He and I would understand each other because both our hearts have been surviving a lot of battles.
We would both be glad we kept on fighting for our lives. Because if we didn't, we wouldn't have been able to find each other.
And that, my dear heart, is why I'm telling you not to give up. On me. On us. On him.
Because one day, it will be our time. Not theirs. Ours.
One day, you will find that home. The one we've always been looking, and waiting for. And it will be worth all this. I promise you.