I see this statement posted all the time in relation to love, and to loss.
I think it's beautiful.
I wish I could relate.
I wish I felt the same.
I want to say the same thing.
I want to say that even though she is gone, I carry her instead, not in my arms, but always in my heart and mind.
But I can't.
Because the last time I carried her heart, I don't feel like I took very good care of it.
You can see why I feel too guilty to do it again. Why I feel too scared to proclaim that I have the right to carry her heart again.
Maybe one day.
I wish I had the ability now to not cringe.
All I think instead is "well last time they let me have her heart, I just went and messed that up".
Maybe she took mine instead.