I will write you your story and values and the content of your post-it's with little encouragement messages, from your calloused palms to your veiny forearms and right across your chest, so that they will seep into your skin and the veins in your circulatory system. They will flow through your heart and make themselves feel at home in the chambers they belong.
ii.
when half of your heart is stuck in the past and the other half is tugging at you to move on, but you're still at the crossroad because you dare not take a step forward, lest you scrape your calves and rewrite the scars that already line your history. I will hold your hand and plaster your scars and wash your wounds until they no longer bleed.
iii.
if there comes a day when you forget how you used to swallow down the tough nails, when you forget how to breathe easy, when you forget the roots of your very name — I will trace your outline on the palm of your hand. I will walk with you down your memory lane year by year, step by step. I will meet you halfway, over and over and over again, until you remember who you really are.