I leave the porch light on!

I wear my heart on my sleeves, and maybe that's why I don't like wearing sleeveless fits. Because where would my heart be then? Where would I put it?

I cannot give it to someone else—especially when people don't want to hold it. Some don't even want to look at that red and bloody organ, beating just to stay alive.

So yeah, I put it on my sleeves. I walk with an open gate to my heart. People come in and go. There's no stopping them. If you stay, you stay. And if you do, you’ll get the 10/10 stars treatment.

But what about the doors to the rooms assigned to specific people?

People who refuse to walk in.

People who would rather be homeless than find the comfort of my heart.

What do I do about them?

Well, I just stare—right into their eyes—to dwell deep into them, to somehow find the way to their hearts, and place a tender, affectionate kiss there, with a smile. And then I walk back.

Everybody deserves kindness. And I can afford to be kind.

Probably the only thing I can afford now is that.