nope.
I don’t give my heart out freely because generally, no one wants to take it.
A heart is a flaming coal that you know is going to burn your hands, ignite your flesh and set your soul on fire. It’s a dangerous thing to hand over to someone else.
I’ve never been in love. I thought I was, once, but it wasn’t so.
It’s easy for me to define what love isn’t even though I can’t define what it is.
Love isn’t:
-here one day and gone the next.
-rock solid/deeply fragile
-give, give, give
-take, take, take
-standoffish
-wishywashy
-uncommunicative
-purely physical
-the absence of touch
-easy
-something to be taken lightly
There are always warning signs that love will never manifest between two people, and gradually I have become attuned to these flashing yellow lights. I slow down now and consider them.
-how far do I want to take this?
-is it worth it to me?
-can I keep myself intact once it is over?
-what is it fulfilling?
It can be anything you make it. Just don’t make it love if it isn’t.
