A Heart Aint A Brain.

"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable: they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed." - Ernest Hemingway

I have heard and seen so many beautiful love stories, realities and fantasies altogether, about persons who make them feel complete, gives them so much of themselves, provides them the comfort, security, and merely the possession of treasured endowment of love. But that was never my story. I was always entangled in their verdicts. They put me in their sealed traps and dragged me further down into their faux pass. Torturing me so. Asphyxiated in my own blunder, I knew I need to crawl out of this egoistical world.  A loophole is all I need.

 

It’s amusing and a blessing that I found you in my times of misery. After all the heartwarming, revealing and insightful conversations we had, I found a soft spot for you. Never have I thought that this would bring me so much joy, comfort and nearly the possession of love - at least at this moment right now. I appreciate all your naked truths, even though there were some obvious offensive nuisances. This weak heart of mine is gathering all the courage to take the risk of accepting your nuisance. In hopes that this approval of offends will help you cringe back to the righteous path. I want to believe that these won’t only help you, but me as well, especially in making wise choices and sacrifices. It’s no denying that I have spent countless hours doubting – Is this what I want? Am I prepared? It’s a scary thing and truth be told, there was a never a day that I don’t feel scared about it. But then again, I remember how our dreams collide, those perfect dreams that you and I are willing to strive. It only makes me want to devote myself.

What I am trying to say is, you gave me the loophole to all my miseries and predicament in the strangest time. I don’t understand your purposes, and I don’t ever need to know them. All that matter is that I am glad fate brought me to you. You are my loophole, you are all I need.  

So yes, a heart is not a brain. And sometimes, fate and dreams can collide.