Life

When a heartbeat was just a heartbeat…

The things I took forgranted. I miss how blissfully ignorant I was to how quickly life can change. How quickly a heart can stop beating. I used to rest my head on a chest, next to heart that no longer beats. Even if I never saw him again, I wish his heart was still beating. Place your hand on your chest, feel your heartbeat, that’s purpose and that is privilege. Don’t waste it. Not for a single second. Xo – Steph 

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