The good thing about the heart is that it's a muscle - the more you use it, the stronger it becomes.
Yesterday it was 7 months for me and my boyfriend. So strange, it feels like a long time, but also like a very short time. These past seven months have been an interesting intersection of my life. We've had our fights and we've had our amazing moments like any other relationship I've had, but what makes this one different is that I feel alive again. I was devastated after my first love left and I thought that was it for me. That I would stay broken and focus my life on other avenues and opportunities finding joy in other places than romantic love. Who knew that weekend of October 10th, 2009 would change my life forever. Sometimes I daydream about going back to that time and doing things differently. Sometimes I imagine kissing him when I wanted to. Sometimes I imagine ignoring him completely. Ha, that would have been impossible. He would have happened no matter what I did. He was meant to come into my life. The exact purpose, however, reamians unclear. I can identify one - my heart feeling again - but I wonder if God knows another. I wonder what else God is planning for me. It's true, I have my reservations about my relationship because he does not believe as I do and my faith dictates not to be unequally yoked. This man means so much to me, and I intend to see this through. I love him. If it becomes evident that I cannot be with him, then I don't want to be with anyone else. Yeah, rereading that sentence sounds a little dramatic to me too, but it's honestly how I feel.
My heart has been broken in several little pieces. He came along like a magnet, collecting every shard. Upon examination I recognize it is still scarred, but for him I will learn to let down my guard.
