When I was very little and I was trying very, very hard to learn how to draw hearts, it was frustrating to me that I couldn’t make a nicely shaped heart and have a perfect tip at the bottom. The lines always crossed.
My mother assured me not to worry about this. She said that a heart that is finished with the crossed lines at the bottom is sealed with a kiss.
Thinking back on this now, that was really sweet of her. And, for the longest time, that’s how I saw it. But somewhere along the line, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to see it in a different way.
I don’t know how, or when, or why… but somewhere along the way those crossed lines at the bottom of a hand drawn heart transformed for me. It now no longer looks like an X, but instead they’ve started to look like the beginning of something new…
(Drawings done by Twist the Leaf… obviously.)