Some Hearts Just Get Lucky Sometimes..
At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need ...
Ah, I love Grey's Anatomy.
It's true. Well at least with me that quote is totally true. I got to thinking about myself and how I treat the relationships in my life. Geez, I sound like Carrie Bradshaw. But anyways, I did. Why do I feel the need to always be strong? Never show emotion or needing someone? Why does it need to come down to me pushing them so far away that they are on the verge of walking away before I reach out and beg for them. Well, usually, I just do that with Keith. Besides him, I can only think of one person who never leaves my side or comes to my rescue without my cry for help. I guess I kinda of expect that from everyone I love or let get to know me completely, and I shouldn't.
Sometimes, I wonder how I even got like this. It's a mystery. Too much getting let down? When I love, I love with all of my heart and as I grew up, alot of it got shoved back in my face. But I won't sit here and let my past have so much control over my presant and my future. I just can't anymore.
I finally feel like I belong somewhere. For the past two years of my life, I felt like I was constantly stuck in the middle. Nowhere really felt like home, well, for the most part. It's finally starting to fall into place. I can finally piece the pieces in the right spots.
I feel secure. I'm starting to become myself again. The ugly, scary part of me is disappearing more everyday, and even if some days I strangely miss it, the cravings only last hours rather than days, weeks, months, or years. Sure, it will always be a part of me, but it's a battle I know that the real me will always win, even if it looks hopeless at times. I'm starting to feel alive again. I'm not the living dead anymore. And as corney as this sounds, maybe love really does have the power to do anything. If you can learn to let it.
Ah, I love Grey's Anatomy.
It's true. Well at least with me that quote is totally true. I got to thinking about myself and how I treat the relationships in my life. Geez, I sound like Carrie Bradshaw. But anyways, I did. Why do I feel the need to always be strong? Never show emotion or needing someone? Why does it need to come down to me pushing them so far away that they are on the verge of walking away before I reach out and beg for them. Well, usually, I just do that with Keith. Besides him, I can only think of one person who never leaves my side or comes to my rescue without my cry for help. I guess I kinda of expect that from everyone I love or let get to know me completely, and I shouldn't.
Sometimes, I wonder how I even got like this. It's a mystery. Too much getting let down? When I love, I love with all of my heart and as I grew up, alot of it got shoved back in my face. But I won't sit here and let my past have so much control over my presant and my future. I just can't anymore.
I finally feel like I belong somewhere. For the past two years of my life, I felt like I was constantly stuck in the middle. Nowhere really felt like home, well, for the most part. It's finally starting to fall into place. I can finally piece the pieces in the right spots.
I feel secure. I'm starting to become myself again. The ugly, scary part of me is disappearing more everyday, and even if some days I strangely miss it, the cravings only last hours rather than days, weeks, months, or years. Sure, it will always be a part of me, but it's a battle I know that the real me will always win, even if it looks hopeless at times. I'm starting to feel alive again. I'm not the living dead anymore. And as corney as this sounds, maybe love really does have the power to do anything. If you can learn to let it.