At the beginning of the year I was nervous, but excited, to meet them. Slowly their personalities began to open up to me. Each day they let me in a little bit more. And I let them in a bit more. They complained about the journals, but they let me in by writing about real things. I learned so much about them - About what they like, dislike, feel, dream, and believe. And slowly, but surely I shared things about myself with them. The more we shared, the more I let them into my heart. The more we shared, the more of my heart they filled. Each day, joy has been brought into my life by these people. Each day, more opportunities for me to grow because of how they challenged me. Each day, more of my heart went to each one of them. And now, as the school year is ending I have realized that they have taken little pieces of my heart. Stolen. Forever.
As I prepare to say goodbye to each of them at the end of this week, I hope they know how much I love each of them. I hope they know how much I deeply care for each of them, for their success, and for their spiritual well being. I hope they know that I pray for each of them daily, and I will continue to pray for each of them. I hope they know that no matter how far away I will be that a little bit of them will always be with me in my heart because the little bits of themselves that they gave me replaced the pieces of my heart that they have stolen. Because of them - because of their love - I have become a better person. I have learned more from them than I could have possibly taught them. And the memories of these moments of learning, kindness, compassion, and love can fill the void of my stolen heart.
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