“Really important meetings are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other.” Paulo Coehlo, Eleven Minutes
It’s not that I disagree with Coehlo, but, must I follow every ‘chance meeting’ that was never meant to be the one? The angst, the passion, the sadness that goes with “really important meetings,” is it really worth it?
Why do I dream? Why do I allow my heart to rule all things in my life? Will I, can I ever change?
There are two things that my heart requires in order to survive, breath and love. Unfortunately, I almost died from the one and I just can’t seem to get the second one right.
Unfortunately, Coehlo understands me too well, I’m a dreamer, a believer, a lover, a fatalist, and an incurable romantic.
I’ve been in denial for so many years. I scoffed at love, took chances, made ridiculous choices. Made decisions that sane people, curable romantics, would never make. I left my mind back there somewhere in 4th grade, and hitched my heart to my soul and let my love take the lead in all things in my life.
Am I a fool for love? Oh yeah.
But for once in my life, if there is such a thing as God, could you please let me love someone who will love me back?