I read once that the more people you love, the weaker you are. In that case, I am an impeccably weak person. But I would gladly be the weakest person in the world if it meant that I could have the biggest heart.
You see, I’m an acceptionally difficult person. Not necessarily to other people, but to myself. I often find myself trying to relive the past and go back to a more perfect time. I sometimes get stuck in these things. I know that I can’t be stuck living in the memories, but some things are just too special to stay memories.
That is a universal problem that humanity forgets to understand, you can not go back. No two things ever happen the same way twice and you may kid yourself into believing that you can, but the truth is you can’t. That’s what makes memories so special. And even though love is special, having a big heart has gotten me into a tangle sometimes that not even scissors could cut through, but we can’t spend time fretting about the past, everything that is meant to be will come in good time.
Maybe I just told myself that so many times I just believed it was the truth now. But sometimes I get this undeniable feeling; warm like the sun on my skin, soft like the summer breeze. And I can feel the past and the future somehow at the same time. Everything feels at peace. And I know that time will bring better things. Better things that even my galaxy of a brain can neither predict nor comprehend. And it will bring better things to those who deserve it, to those who are weak, the ones with the big hearts.
Off of the Deep End 