love will be there in the morning
I thought that love had finally decided to leave me alone.
It had come and gone before and never stayed for very long or hurt too much, so when it left I was mostly okay, just standard sad and lonely.
Then one day in February there was a heart on my front door.
I figured it was a mistake or an early, meaningless valentine but I left it up anyway because it was pretty.
The next morning it was still there, along with another heart.
The day after that there were more, different sizes and shades of red and pink but all bright and warm and they made me smile.
It took me a while to realize that it wasn’t a mistake, that they were really for me.
It’s been a year now and all the hearts are still on the door, they haven’t faded in the sun or anything.
All the love is still here, too.
There’s more of it every day.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.