A woman with a pink heart 🩷

I’m just a woman

with a pink heart.

A little dreamy,

a little curious,

a little too sensitive sometimes.

And I have no intention of trying to change this.

I’m made of hopes and disappointments,

courage and fears,

sunshine and storms…

and somehow they’ve all learned

to share the same heart.

I’m still the woman who laughs like a child

at funny things cats do,

smiles when the sun comes out,

gets genuinely upset

when she realises she’s missed the full moon.

And can find beauty

in the smallest, most ordinary things.

I cry at love stories

and I find it impossible not to feel

someone else’s sadness.

I have a particularly soft spot

for people without a home,

for gentle souls,

and for those who are kind

when nobody is watching.

I’m afraid of deep water,

of losing the people I love

and of a few other things

I probably won’t admit quite so easily.

I’ve been let down enough to know

that not everyone has good intentions,

but somehow,

I still hope that most people

have a good heart deep inside.

I believe in kindness,

in the healing power of human touch,

in laughing until your belly hurts

and in beautiful connections

that find us when we aren’t even looking for them.

I believe that the soul

doesn’t end where the body does.

And yes, despite everything,

I still believe in love.

Maybe that makes me a little foolish.

Or maybe it simply means

life hasn’t managed to make me completely cynical yet,

just enough to teach me

to protect my heart

without closing it.

I know the world isn’t pink.

I know life can be messy,

people complicated

and everything we see and touch

is only ours for a while.

But knowing that

doesn’t mean I have to become hard.

So here I am,

still curious,

still laughing,

still feeling too much,

still hoping,

still loving…

Just a woman

with a pink heart. 🩷

where love doesn’t end.

Love,

Rosie x