Hush, hush, little heart. It's too soon to tell.
What is it about me and my willful disregard to advice that will keep my heart from breaking? Have I really been putting myself in a situation that will break my heart? Maybe that is the better question.
I feel like I'm a good judge of character, like I can read people fairly accurately without too much trouble.
He's such a well-mannered, charming boy. He's respectful and kind, and he has life within him...but I sense fear. There is just something about him that's scared. Why? Scared to get hurt, to commit? Scared to be tender and to give in to a softer self? Perhaps the transition from being a kid to an adult is really what's confusing him and I can understand that, to an extent. But maybe it's time to be brave, maybe it's time to take a step forward because that is the only direction any one of us should be headed.
I keep getting told that I'm wasting my time, that it isn't worth it...but what if it is? What if all he really needs is a little time, and some pushing? Well, you see, I'm giving him that. I'm being patient, I'm being kind. I care for him and I make it clear. I know he cares and I know that there's an interest, but he's scared--not ready.
Tell me, why is it bad that I put so much into him if it makes me happy to do so? I don't feel like I'm wasting my time nor do I feel like I'm putting effort into a lost cause. "You're going to get your heart broken, Annie." I disagree. My heart is still in my possession, so how can anyone but me break it? I want who I want. I don't see other people the way I see him. He's still mysterious to me though, and mystery causes curiosity, and that will keep me interested. For a time, anyway.
What is it about me and my willful disregard to advice that will keep my heart from breaking? Have I really been putting myself in a situation that will break my heart? Maybe that is the better question.
I feel like I'm a good judge of character, like I can read people fairly accurately without too much trouble.
He's such a well-mannered, charming boy. He's respectful and kind, and he has life within him...but I sense fear. There is just something about him that's scared. Why? Scared to get hurt, to commit? Scared to be tender and to give in to a softer self? Perhaps the transition from being a kid to an adult is really what's confusing him and I can understand that, to an extent. But maybe it's time to be brave, maybe it's time to take a step forward because that is the only direction any one of us should be headed.
I keep getting told that I'm wasting my time, that it isn't worth it...but what if it is? What if all he really needs is a little time, and some pushing? Well, you see, I'm giving him that. I'm being patient, I'm being kind. I care for him and I make it clear. I know he cares and I know that there's an interest, but he's scared--not ready.
Tell me, why is it bad that I put so much into him if it makes me happy to do so? I don't feel like I'm wasting my time nor do I feel like I'm putting effort into a lost cause. "You're going to get your heart broken, Annie." I disagree. My heart is still in my possession, so how can anyone but me break it? I want who I want. I don't see other people the way I see him. He's still mysterious to me though, and mystery causes curiosity, and that will keep me interested. For a time, anyway.
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