Earlier this year I had my heart broken. It was a very odd time for me as I genuinely thought this person was my end game. The break up threw me for a loop, one of the deepest hurts I have felt in a while. With all the pain that followed me, I promised myself I would never fall in love again. I never wanted to feel that pressure in my chest again. The mental pain manifested itself to my physical body and I haven’t felt the same. I was completely lost. Up until recently that is.
I’m falling in love again but this time it’s a very different kind of love. One that accepts the flaws buried underneath my beauty. This love does not care if I’m happy or sad, it appreciates me in whatever mood I’m in. This love makes me smile, it never fails to make me laugh even at the smallest things. This love is patient with me, when I don’t know how to express myself with words it understands me and my preferred form of expression. This love sings my favorite songs with me, it plays them extra loud in the car without feeling embarrassed that the car in the lane next to me sees me singing my heart out. This love smiles when it looks at me, admiring every freckle on my face. This love lets me sleep in on my days off, because it knows I work hard everyday to fund my trinket obsession. This love does not judge me for having a trinket obsession to begin with, it knows trinkets heal my inner child. I can be completely myself with this love.
I’m taking this love slow. Falling in love slowly. I’m trying to have patience with this one because I want to learn the ins and outs of this love. I cherish it so much because this one is for sure going to last forever. I’m falling in love again. But this time, I’m falling in love with myself.
If My Heart Could Speak 