Mushy heart to mushy heart

Sit down and let me tell you about the constellations in his eyes that I mapped out on my skin when our fingers brushed and my knees threatened to give way to the earth beneath the soles of my feet. Sit down and let me tell you about how everyone dreams of changing and saving the world but no one wants to help Mom wash the dishes. Sit down and let me tell you about the melodies in his footsteps and the soft diminuendos in his gentle breathing. Sit down and let me tell you about the best night of my life, when I was surrounded by so much passion and ear-deafening love confessions and for the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to be infinite - what it felt like to have abandoned galaxies in my body when I’m not even close to being a solar system. Sit down and let’s talk about my old nanny whom I miss dearly, the same nanny who taught me how to blow bubbles and how not to cry over scraped knees, the same nanny who sang me to sleep and always had time for me, unlike my mother who immersed herself in work and trying to keep our dysfunctional family from breaking apart. Sit down and let me confess to you how much I used to loathe my mother until I got to see the light that was hiding behind the darkness. Sit down and let me tell you about the time I spent 7 hours writing the script to our Shakespearean play that at the end of 420 minutes, I started hating the glow of my laptop screen and Romeo and Juliet’s tragic love story. Sit down and let me tell you about how much of a masochist I am and about all the times I got mad at people but chose to shut up and let my anger fade away because I’d rather wallow in my own ball of negativity than spread it to others. Sit down and let me tell you about the sunflowers that I planted out of love, about the little stray kitten from the street that I hid under my bed just so he wouldn’t feel as alone as I did, and about all the smiles I threw to strangers just to let them have a little piece of sunshine. Sit down and let me tell you about how I find Physics absolutely fascinating but formulas weigh me down like anchors that I can’t breathe when I’m drowning in an ocean composed of velocities and torques and the conditions of equilibrium. Sit down and let me tell you about all my lovely friends, all my lovely friends that I’ll have to bid farewell in less than six months. Sit down beside me and let’s talk over a cup of my homemade ginger tea and maybe take a bite of my heart because I do not need the world and the sun and the moon and the stars, I just need someone to listen.