We say goodnight and he catches me off guard when he says, "Think about what you said about your heart... That doesn't sound like you."
I was so tired but thought I had enough bravado in me when I slipped earlier in the conversation and said something about the state of my heart. "I've given too much of my heart. Now my heart's tired." I said thinking we could casually move past that as it wasn't something I considered much before I said it out loud and now that it was out loud I realized I didn't want to dwell.
It doesn't sound like me, he's right. But I am tired. My heart is tired, a little hopeful, a little sad, confused, and pulled in many a direction.
Spring is here. Change, and new hope, will be her gifts.