They say a heart should be an anchor, but mine was born with wings. It doesn't know how to stay behind a white picket fence or settle into the quiet rhythm of a predictable Sunday. It is a —a nomad of emotions, always looking for a horizon it hasn't yet touched.
It falls in love with the way the light hits a foreign street at 4:00 AM, or the brief, electric connection with a stranger’s eyes in a crowded terminal. It’s not that it is incapable of love; it’s that it loves too much of the world to keep it all in one room. It is a collector of "almosts" and "someday," finding beauty in the departure as much as the arrival.
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To have a wandering heart is to live in a constant state of saudade —longing for the places you’ve left and the people you haven't met yet. It is restless, perhaps a bit reckless, but it is entirely alive.