I gave you a paper crane to see if you would open it.
Would you carefully undo each fold to see what may lay hidden inside? Or would you leave it be, knowing that if you opened it you would never be able to recreate its intricate shape.
It was not until I gave you my origami heart that I knew how you would treat me. You carefully undid a fold and admired the crease. You had an appreciation for why I guarded myself with this multitude of folds.
Your hands were soft, and like how I could feel your gentle warm fingertips on my spine, I remember how gentle they felt cradling my heart. You caressed my origami heart until it unfolded. You took your time and never rushed me to open up and reveal more than what I was willing to expose.
The Stranger Soul 