So I'm taking a deep breath in and as I breathe out,
If it's a safe option for me,
I close my eyes.
I take another deep breath in and breathe out.
And I take a third deep breath in and I let all the air go.
I see a piece of red Play-Doh.
I hold it in my hand and I feel how soft and squishy it is.
It's cold at first but I start playing with it and it quickly warms up.
Using both my hands,
I start making a shape.
It first looks like a neck in a way but then I make it look like a heart.
I try to smooth out the surface and when it feels ready,
I just hold it in my palm and look at it.
And I'm filled with love,
The child-like love,
The one that you didn't have to even question,
That you didn't care what it is,
You just felt it.
The one without judgement.
It is what it is.
Then I start pinching it like I'm trying to get something out of it,
Which I am.
I'm trying to get out little tubes.
And as I do that,
I end up with a more realistic heart in my hand.
I have a red miniature human heart in my palm.
And I see that the two worlds can coexist.
They can be made out of the same material.
They are the same thing,
Just with different levels.
Can there be true love?
Sure.
All it takes is a few chemicals in our brains.