How are you?

My past heart has decided to knock on my door recently, and show up after two years of self healing and learning to build myself up after I've packed my bags and found a new home with new decorations and grey bed sheets. I am no longer that heart. It is not welcomed. But, it's hard to deny your old one, as you had 18 long, hard, and good months with this heart. You know its darkest red shade, the wounds it once held, the holes it's tried to fix, and its longing for things to be different. Opening the door my heart didn’t know what to do, I haven't thought of my past in so long. it’s a weird thing to stare at your old heart in the eye and question why things had to happen the way they did, why you had to undergo so much heartache as the bruises still attempt to convince me it's okay. As much as I wish to deny this heart, it's not me to ignore it or at least attempt to hear it out, or see the good of itself. I welcomed it in with a cup of coffee and heard of its new stories, its hardships, and successes. Yes, this did hurt me, the part of me that will always dwell on the past, but like a guitar that hasn’t lost its key, or a balloon that flies in the sky for years, untouched by the trees and birds, nothing has changed. The old heart and I act as though we just saw each other yesterday. As if nothing is different and have not gone two years in hibernation. It feels as though I found my favorite ring, crawling back with no damage in a place I don’t remember putting it. What a strange thing it is, to sit across this old, damaged heart and learn of its new life. As it exits my door, it gives me a hug, and afraid it will be the last time I see it again, I give it one back.