I wrote this when I was on the train, in pencil, in a library book.

Sometimes it takes a physical metaphor to slap you right in the face before you realise something completely.
Today that happened to me, sometime between 16:19 and 16:24.
Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves.

heart (härt)
n.
wear (one's) heart on (one's) sleeve
To show one's feelings clearly and openly by one's behavior.

Mine wasn't so much on my sleeve; it was tied to my wrist.
There's one person who will actually understand this and this is all that matters to me.
This is for him.
I guess it wasn't so much my heart either; it was his, he gave it to me.
This one moment made everything so perfectly clear, clearer than ever and made me feel like I was floating along, just like his shiny heart at my side.
It hit me and I smiled and everything seemed to click into place.
His heart will always be with me, and I wont let it go.
People could tell that I'm his from one look.
He's tied to me, I'm tied to him.
I took his heart away with me and I know that my heart is still with him.
I'm tagged, by this beautiful thing, and everyone could see and I felt so happy and proud and complete and lucky and most of all grateful.
I honestly can't describe it well enough to do the moment justice, it was just one of those beautiful things that will stay with you for a long time.
Probably one of those moments that will only make sense to you.
Words can never quite match a feeling exactly, but I did my best.
I will paint this, then maybe you will see too.