Him. A constant motivator that keeps me on my toes and will not let me settle for mediocrity. Him. That push that I need when I start to doubt my talent, my integrity, my date with success. Him. The man that I want but am still too afraid of being hurt to let my guards down and just say the words, "I like you, I want you, let's see where this goes." Him. The man that I will walk away from before I decide to be in competition with any other woman.
They say, "Matters of the heart can not be easily explained," and who am I to disagree with the statement that has dictated my love life. Like many women, I struggle with being vulnerable and just allowing myself to let go and open up myself to love. The thought of being heartbroken (again), even though it is seemingly inevitable, sends a chill through my spine like the frigid breeze of a winter morning. My mouth says, "It is easier being single than to risk being wrong." My heart says, "There is nothing like loving and being loved in return." And then the childish part of my brain is like, "Bish you know it's about to get cold outside, and that bed is about to be really lonely."
These days, my fall back game is reminiscent of the social network memes that show the man falling back out out of the plane. I've always been good at the initial walk aways. I can ignore a phone call and text like nobody's business and still smile and give a one armed hug when I see you like it's all good. Yet, each time I've come back and allowed my forgiving spirit to intervene, the final verdict has never been in my favor. And since experience is one of life's best lesson, this time I decided to fall back and not look back. I thought "him" was the one, but I'm not interested in not being the only one trying to be the only one. So until the next "him", it might be one of the coldest winters ever. To be continued.......
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