By Izzy G., TIWP Student

My heart is for flying. And watching sunsets. My heart is for the moment when cool water cleanses the palette and starts something over. My heart is for the curls that can’t sit still and the moles that darken. My heart is for heartbreak and disappointment. Doubt and deceit. Passion and praise. My heart is for moments of a summer taken away. First kisses that can’t be kissed again. My heart is for blood boiling in fists and all the hard moments in between. My heart is for toes sinking into the carpet. My heart is for reunions and graduations and finales and premieres. My heart is for the things not said and the songs unsung. My heart is for the first glance, first grace, first hug, first kiss. The Last Goodbye. My heart is for a childhood gone and everything in line to replace it. I want to be naive again so I don’t have to ignore it. My heart is for hurting. My heart is for loving. My heart is for me.