To trust your heart,

People forget to mention that following your heart may take you to places you shouldn’t be; places that are as scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring. Following your heart doesn’t guarantee a happy ending. And that’s what frightens me the most— chasing the incandescent sun at a distance close enough to feel the warmth but far enough to avoid the burn. 

Falling, drowning, intoxicated, the results of following one’s heart. With you is where it brought me..

You make me think— and for that I don’t know whether to love you or hate you. You play me with your kindness and impossible perfection; I am but your putty. Forgive me if I resist you. I feel it’s the only way to reassemble myself before I unwillingly lose my entirety to you, as I have been. I resist you not for a lack of love, but because I’m afraid of losing myself in it. Acting as if I must rescue myself before you ruin me. Only, you don’t ruin me. You do what is the complete opposite of ruin. 

Common instincts are to be scared of the unfamiliar. But love will never be familiar, only known, because the heart is forever inexperienced. So I’ve decided to follow my heart rather than suffering from a bleeding heart, endless nights, and fleeting days filled with regret. If it means losing myself in the process, by all means, go ahead.