Even when I tell myself that I can get hurt, the pain is not the kind of deterrant that it used to be. My heart says, "I don't care, I would rather feel this way even if he does not feel the same". But that makes so sense whatsoever. It's evident that my brain is the one that is writing this post desperately hoping that written word would be a better way of communicating with the heart. We all know how the written word affects the heart.
Emotions, heart, the words I use show the very lack of control I am trying to explain. And it is wonderful. The way his hair falls over his eyes and how he brushes it away. The way his lips part in a smile so cheeky yet so honest. How his eyes are so soft and kind. How the way he kisses my neck runs shivers all through my body. Ahhh... there you go, the heart has taken the keys.
I feel like a schizopreniac! It's like these two parts of me are at war. Both do not want to give over their position. But right now, the heart is winning... however hard the brain is fighting.
The fact is, I haven't let the heart lose control in a very long time. It may be time that it did... just to see where it may wander. It might come home with bruised knees and a muddy shirt. But bruises heal and the shirt can be washed. But the stories of the adventures of my uncontrollable heart, now those may be worth the pain.
In business, one needs to gamble, take risks, but it's upto the lawyers to let the businessmen know what those risks are so that they can take a calculated risk. In the end though, it's a matter of faith and of gut feeling. This isn't business, this is about emotions however the same principles apply.
It's a matter of faith and of gut feeling. I have faith. And my gut feeling tells me to try.
Go forth little heart, leave the safety of your golden cage, I will always be here to sooth your pain and rejoice in your happiness.
Signed - Brain.