The funny thing about love is, it never looks like how you’d imagined.
You find him attractive, you both hit it off, and you feel like FINALLY I have found one that has essence. Integrity. Similarities that bond you, differences that intrigue you. Yes let’s ride off into the sunset together.
And then reality hits. The self sabotage begins. The fears come creeping in and it paralyses you. All of your past experiences come back to haunt the challenges you face with him.
What to do…
Run? Fight for it? Ignore and rise above? Numb yourself?
I want to choose the path with the least amount of pain. Is he worth it? Is this what I really want?
You see I believe in universal flow and coincidences and what happens when that stops and you hit the bumpy part of the road? Is it a sign to examine these bumps and see how you can heal them or are they warning signs of the mountains ahead?
I guess the funny thing about love is you have to keep choosing them, as well as yourself, or else it dies.
suburban soul sista 