Tightly she gripped the thin strand of ribbon that she had wrapped tightly around her hand several times. The other end of the pale ribbon was tethered tightly to the lip of her beautiful, red, heart-shaped balloon, which danced gleefully in the brisk winter air. She’d been down this road before and learned the hard way how quickly the wind can change direction, tearing the umbilical that had previously connected her beloved balloon to her hand and heart, separating them for what she thought an eternity. In her minds’ eye, she watched helplessly as her beloved heart left her grasp, devastated as the abrupt and unexpected shifting wind carried the balloon higher and higher and farther and farther away. Initially and instinctively, she reached for the string, but missed as if grasping for straws, only to watch her beloved move, first out of reach and eventually fade out of sight. Crushed, she sat broken-hearted on the pebbled ground beneath her, immense sorrow swallowing her like a python consuming his meal.
Eventually, she recovered from her loss, picked herself up and dusted herself off. It was excruciating at first, but she moved on. For a long time, she lived without a balloon, and without a special bond.
Then, as suddently and unexpected as the shifting winds that had first carried her red balloon away, a new red balloon appeared. This time, she was older and wiser. This time, she’d handle things differently. No, she was determined this time to hold onto the ribbon, the string that connected the heart of her beloved zepplin to her own. For what seemed like eternity, she gripped the rope, her hand cramping, and her beloved orb comfortably resting just above her as they travelled through the stony path beneath them. Minute by minute passed, her bright red heart dancing in the wind, though snuggly held by the tightly wound tether, occasionally brushing against her hair and cheek, reminding her how special their bond was.
As time wore on, however, her mind began to wonder if it was possibly unfair to hold her red balloon so tight, that perhaps it would be better to be free to explore the grand expanse of sky above them. She thought about how selfish she’d been to hold on. Gradually, she loosened her grip on the ashy ribbon, contemplating her decision until finally, in the pale moonlight, she released the ribbon completely.
As the rouge balloon ascended the moonlit sky, she was struck once again by its beauty, and the comfort it brought to her. It was her heart and soul. She was thankful to have had it, and knew it was right to let it go, for in the release, it allowed the bright orb to fly freely, and bring joy to another.
She would forever be grateful for the opportunity to reconnect with the balloon of her youth, her heart and soul, and would fondly yearn for the special bond it brought, but she knew in her heart it was the right thing to do. She watched it rise, first out of reach and eventually out of sight. Her heart breaking, but knowing it would someday be okay.
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