Love From a Transplanted Heart

Sharing the beauty of the Grand Canyon dusted with sugary snow, he asked if I could accept him on an uncertain basis. His charm broke through the dismal clutter of cyberdating, writing that the intensity of my eyes drew him straight into my soul. We met over wine, my cheeks flushing scarlet like his beloved Sedona Mountains.

A decade earlier, JN received a heart transplant by the grace of a young accident victim. Captivated by the feeling of being adored and truly seen, I decided to stare down fate and enjoy precious time with him. But a year later, his loving, borrowed heart stilled. What is very much alive within me is the lesson that I am worthy of being cherished and greeted with a lavish bouquet of roses whenever a suitor arrives at my door. I ask JN’s spirit circling the wonders of the Sedona vortex to bless me with someone as gallant as he.