The Blueprint My Heart Memorized

I used to think I just had a type.
But maybe it wasn’t the people.
It was the pattern.

They weren’t all the same—
but they all had something in common.
And that part?
That’s for me to know.

I’m not writing this to explain it.
I’m writing it
because I know I’m not the only one.

Maybe you know what that is for you.
Maybe you didn’t—
until now.

Or maybe these words won’t draw it out of you at all.
And that’s okay, too.

But if it doesn’t make you happy—
my hope
is that you see it.

And that you begin to live
not in reaction to your past,
but in alignment
with what is true
to your heart.

Not the pattern your mind created.
Not the wall no one could climb.

Just this:

What feels familiar
isn’t always what feels right.

And when you finally see the pattern—
you don’t have to run from it.
You just stop following it.

That’s how the story changes.
Not all at once.
But quietly—
the moment you choose something else.

—Angela Bond
The voice beneath Daughter, Unwritten