The Story of the Yellow Bird
My “twin” and I met in the Spring of ‘24. We didn’t really make a connection until Summer of ‘25. Things kept escalating between us and we kept getting closer but never sexual. We were/are both involved with SO’s and children. We tried to split/separate a few times but faced difficulty as the pull felt immensely powerful. It was easy to pretend we could have each other and have everything else we had. At some point reality catches on. The plan was to be honest, tell our SO’s about each other and hopefully they would be open to letting us see each other. LOL.
You can probably imagine how that went. Judge us later. In one of our last conversations we talked about signs and animals. She told me if I saw a yellow bird it would be her. I saw signs along the way. A couple of times since we stopped talking. Always hoping there would be a way. Hope is a killer.
As we grew more distant by necessity my hope began to fade. And I had an epiphany last week. I was at a place we had hung out together and I spotted a yellow bird stuck underneath the net of Koi pond. My heart sank but I had to free the yellowbird.
I had freed the yellowbird. And the yellowbird was happier. The yellowbird was no longer in limbo. The yellowbird could now live its life. It tore me, it broke me, and my heart had never been this hurt before. I was never a person of attachment and I let so much easily go prior. But this yellow bird who turned my heart blue… People think heart break is when someone you love doesn’t love you back. I now know that real heartbreak is when two people feel the same for each other but have to let each other go.
Go fly momma bird and take care of your nest. You’ll always be a part of me