This is why I care.
Fundamentally you don’t change. And you’ve got my heart with you. Wherever you go, wherever I am. Wallet-sized. But you’ve got it with you. It’s been years since I bought that pencil. It’s been a while since I wadded that chit of paper, threw it away and left. You took it with you, triply folded. And this is why I love you. When you find something that doesn’t affect you directly but maybe someone else, you keep it. Just in case. You don’t talk about that, you just keep an eye on it. And I know that you keep it, so I don’t have to worry. My heart’s in a safe place.
