We are psychologically inclined to pay more attention when our name is used. So we say a person’s name as the first word of a sentence, whether it be formal or a term of endearment, and ‘You’ often works just as well, adding an element of intimacy and mystery.

His name is much more common than hers.

When she sees their names in succession or directly near one another, she smiles and wishes the miles were instead the minutes in between. The urge to follow remains, but she doesn’t because she knows herself better than she knows him. If she follows and fails to correctly interpret the breadcrumbs, she is sure she will be shattered.

She doesn’t know how else to protect her heart and ensure the love she carries for him remains untainted. Her knowledge of him is based on intuition, and a rather unique trail of breadcrumbs, that lend themselves equally to her and the general population.

Ingenious.

Some days she is sure he follows to support her and others, she is sure he follows because he needs support. She forcibly stands and moves herself to the middle of the room on some days, hoping to gain perspective. It’s the only place that makes sense to stand when reviewing what part of yourself has been painted into a corner.

It’s never their hearts that she sees. Instead, she finds contractors with swatches standing over them, demanding they turn this way and that, to see what it will take to crack them until they are as eggshell white as the rest of the house.

His artistry is much less common than hers.

When she sees their art in succession or directly near one another, she smiles and wishes the miles were instead the minutes in between. The urge to follow remains, but she doesn’t because she knows herself better than she knows him. If she follows and fails to correctly interpret the breadcrumbs, she is sure she will be shattered.

She’s been walking outside lately to see him because he’s no longer confined to the corners. From outside her window looking in, she’s able to see him dripping across everything inside. The floors, the ceiling, and all the furnishings. It makes her smile because the contractors are still standing nearby with their swatches, but they can’t see what she can.

A romantic artist finding peace with a cracked open heart that reveals paintbrushes and freedom