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The Head and The Heart

She had been dwelling on what had happened. 

She was so excited and she felt so special, but I told her that it wasn't a good idea.

She would run crazy if I didn't pull her back to reality. She's always so hung up on the ideas and on just going for it, but what about being practical? That's my responsibility in her life. I try my best to make her think about what she's doing. To weigh the pros and cons, or to even just analyze something first.

I'll admit it, I get a little carried away sometimes though. Sometimes I force her to see all the negative things that could happen. It's like I need to make sure she knows what could happen. Even if it means overkill on analyzing the facts and not the underlying feelings. 

She pleads with me a lot to let up. She just wants to run free and have people follow her, but I can't allow for that. It's reckless and in all honesty, it's going to end up in her being broken. So I'm here to protect her from that. 

Here she is again, hung up on something that should have only been one night. One night that would end up as just memories. 

She's convinced that it should mean more than just memories. She's convinced that the actions and the things that were said meant more than just kindness or him being a gentleman. She was convinced, or at least she hoped that it was supposed to be more.

This has to be the thousandth time she has done this. She puts herself out there and then gets broken, and I have to pick up the pieces and use my knowledge of her to put them back together. It's been a good while since I've let her really go for it. Usually I shut it down right away in hopes that she will get over him quick. I sometimes have to plant a deceptive seed in her to overanalyze her worthiness. 

It's not that she isn't worthy, trust me, I know she is. 

But on the off chance that he doesn't feel the same as she does, I give her the thoughts and the mindset that he won't ever. 

I make her think that what she's doing is awkward, or bothersome, or a burden. Sometimes this causes her insecurities to come out. When her insecurities come out, she becomes anxious. And when she becomes anxious she is restless, and then in turn she sometimes get impulsive. When she's impulsive, things end quickly. 

It's a somewhat tough process, having to see her put herself out there, or try. I hate being the bearer of bad news, or the one who brings rain on her parade, but I'm the logical one. I will keep her safe from harm. If she would only let me. 

So I'm waiting. It's been a while since I let her go. I haven't seen her truly go for it and win in at least three years, but even then it had started too soon and ended quickly. 

I'm torn. I'm wearing down because, believe it or not it does get exhausting having to bring people down to logic when they are sitting so high on cloud nine. 

Maybe just this once I can let her lead her own life. Maybe just this once I'll let Heart lead. She's waited a long time for this.

But if this time doesn't work. If for some reason it's not what she originally hoped, she will be crushed. 

And I'll be there, to set up a new set of walls to hold her together again. 

tags: broken, crush, head, heart, help, hope, love
categories: Uncategorized
Monday 04.14.14
Posted by Guest User
 

How is it that I'm still cautious?

A few years back I was hurt pretty badly by a couple of my best friends. 

I was lied to, and my heart got broken.

I don't think they understood the deepness of the wounds or the severity. 

I forgave blindly because I knew it was what I was "supposed" to do. 

That and I'm sure I didn't want to cut them out of my life, I love them. 

However, since then I have been overly cautious. 

I don't trust as easily. And I definitely don't put myself out there like I once did. 

If I ever have a crush on someone and I find out they like one of my friends, I back off and let it go.

If I like someone and someone else shows interest in them, even if I barely know them, I'll back off and let them go for it.

You see, I'm not willing to be hurt again. I don't take many risks, I can't go for it. 

I'm hesitant, and stuck and yet still incredibly hopeful that something will happen even though I haven't given any indication that I want it to.

I'm too cautious. 

No risk no reward right? 

Isn't that what we're taught? 

Here I am scared to death that I'll be broken again. 

When I forgave the last time, I didn't give it enough time. I jumped right back into the friendship, still very wounded, and holding back the bitterness in my heart that was trying to escape in any situation. 

I wasn't okay with it. 

I wasn't okay with feeling betrayed. 

What if I put myself out there like that all the time? 

Wouldn't I be completely in pieces all of the time? 

Even now, I find myself holding back from even having a crush on someone because they remind me of the one person that I had to get over. The one person who was an accomplice in the breaking of my high school heart. 

How is it that I'm still cautious? 

Can my heart ever be completely healed from that? 

Can I ever take the risk again? 

tags: broken, friends, heart, hope, hurt, love, wounds
categories: Uncategorized
Monday 04.07.14
Posted by Guest User
 

How Can I Not?

Something that I have always had a hard time accepting. That God loves me. 

That he has always loved me. And that he will never fail to love me in the future. 

I have a hard enough time believing that he loves me. 

Someone who made me. 

I believe that my parents love me. 

I believe that most of my friends love me. 

But I can't believe that my own creator loves me. 

I'm stupid. Let's just leave it at that. 

Because how can I not believe that God loves me? 

God made my every cell, everything in my body. He made my heart the way it is for a reason. 

How can I not believe that he loves me, when he gave his only son to come and die to save us? 

How can I not believe that he loves me, when I have countless times made it through rough times with only him to thank. 

If I didn't believe in God, I don't think I could ever believe that anyone loved me or loves me. 

How can I not know without a doubt that God loves me? 

It's like I do know. But it's hard to accept it. 

Because I'm so dirty. Broken. Scared. Hopeless. Disgustingly Unfaithful. 

How could God love that? 

And yet, he does. 

I just need to accept it. 

And all he asks in return? 

That I love him. 

How can I not? 

tags: acceptance, broken, God, hope, Jesus, love, scared
categories: Uncategorized
Wednesday 01.29.14
Posted by Guest User