In all it’s clichéd dramatics

I love you with my heart

And your’s ignites my soul.

 

The messy conversations

And broken flirtations

You complex piece of humanity

We’ll drive each other to insanity!

 

With the simplicity of

Our wild, dumb love

And our abandon of wants

During our lovely renaissance.

Balance/

Oh, No One. What trouble I’ve gotten myself into this time. I seem to have done something truly horrendous. I’ve fallen in love.

It’s awful I know.

It’s still weird for me to say it, let alone write out. But the fact remains.

It’s been a while since we’ve talked, my dear, yes, but I won’t bore you with the gross details of how it’s all come about. Not tonight.

Tonight, I wanted to tell you and to tell myself.

We all know that I’m an innately selfish creature, but with this particular one. This person. This human. I’m truly struggling with that facet of my personality.

There’s a fine line between selfishness required in a relationship and selflessness required in a relationship. Learning to understand how complex and different and needing of different things and not understanding other things my human is has been quite a challenge for me, someone who has in the past so desperately tried to separate the people in my life into the ones who are in it and the one who are not, and the people who I like and the people I don’t. Trying to understand someone AND love them past those points has been a struggle.

No, grander than a struggle. A vital battle that my own subconscious demanded I fight in.

You see, this human, is just so wonderful and beautiful and complex that my heart can’t bear to place him in a box. My soul craves understanding of his complexities even if doing so makes me second guess myself and stand back and observe my own insecurities.

You see, I think my selfishness is rooted in a place of doubt and insecurity in others who I’ve trusted in the past that have broken that trust. It’s a lot easier to shove someone in a box and never let their words touch you than to experience someone’s vulnerability and show them your own and let their words touch you in so many beautiful ways only to hope that their kindness never leaves.

Because that’s just it, my heart and soul want to fly and be free and live where I am no longer attached. Yet my brain and obsessive compulsive nature demand normalcy and regularity.

Balance is what my life needs to focus on right now. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to reach a happy and comfortable place with my human until I – we – my brain and my heart – find that balance. Find that compromise and agreement to what I truly need from this life.

 

-Hope xoxo

 

P.S. Do you see why I feel like I need to start blogging again?

Hi, again.

I’m sorry it’s been a while. I’ve missed writing to you, No One. Life has been – well, life. And it’s distracted me to say the least. But I want to start writing to you again. I know I always say that, but I honestly want to. This is a therapeutic process for me that I’ve been missing in my life for far too long at this point.

So this is my first try at getting back at it. Wish me luck, No One. I want to do this for you, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t doing this right now for myself.

 

-Hope xoxo