It used to take me forever to walk up and down the aisles of the store.
I remember always feeling so lost, but not because I didn’t know where I was going. It was just that every display had me so engulfed. It was “Jon Bellion overwhelming” being captured by the simplest of things.
Many people used to come in and out of the store. Sometimes I would stay until my mother called me home. Other times I stayed until they locked the doors.
“The Heart” was my happy spot. I miss it so much now. When I came back here to discover it’d been shut down I nearly lost my mind. It felt like a part of me had died there.
It’s funny how much that store impacted my life. “The Heart” wasn’t just a store; it was the beat of the street. That store on the corner was a place of peace.
It was the first place I stopped at after school. It was the only place where I wanted to spend every weekend. It’s okay though. I’ve already made up my mind. I’m going to buy this place. I’m going to rebuild it; restore the store that stored all my raw emotions.
It’s going to revive everyone around me too. I can’t wait.