In a journey of memories, trees flashed by, people went by. Like a calm breeze, you pulled my heartstrings. It wasn’t loud nor scary, but— in the quiet, in the wandering, a silent comfort. Did you know it? Oh heart, my heart!

“Can we be friends?” her wounded heart asked. “Friendship is not an agreement,” he replied, surprising her. And there it was- A quiet comfort, something special.

"Come to me, give me your heart." I heard within my soul. “What if I hurt You?” “I won’t leave you.” “What if I’m scared?” “I’m for you.” “What if I fail You?” “I’m with you.” “Why me? Why me?” As my heart sank, He whispered— “I am your love, and you are Mine.”