Breathe, each and every one of you. Take a moment to place your palm on your heart and feel the beating. The blood in your body still flows from your heart.

Many people who do not know me truly have made up names of their own to call me. Many have spoken of me in my absence to display their own reflections as my image. Many have whispered their truth of themselves but in my name as a placeholder for theirs.

Through it all, I still walked with a heart of love. My heart still prays for them and prays they be well. My culture and my family have taught me to never lose love because it will be like stopping the heart blood flow in your living body. The many become few as they grow up, relocate, or simply begin to heal their own brokenness. So don’t you worry about the many or stop your heart from beating for temporary numbers. Live your life. Follow your dream. Keep becoming and don’t hide your heart.

Your love, your heart they will remember always. They cannot forget your heart.