I am a curator of love

I always open my door and wish into the wind for you and you come to me. All of you. When I was a young girl I went to a fortune teller and she told me things that have come true. You. And you. And You. And all of the blue periods. Red too. I wrote it all down in a tiny notebook and took it all over the world with me. She was wrong some. Told my friend that she would meet her soulmate in a crowd in '96. That may not have happened. 
But she told me all the truth and it has been like a little field guide. A reminder of who I am.  

I'm supposed to keep opening my arms to the world.
I'm supposed to write it down.
And not really worry about what you think.
Only what you feel.