It's weird to me how my heart can feel so strongly that it wants me to fight for something after being wrenched three times in three weeks. Normally I am notorious for my lack of follow through and any sort of emotional pain sends me running as hard as I can in the opposite direction. Instead my stomach is in the same tangle of knots I've felt only once previously in my life while my heart keeps grasping at any hope it can find. Where does my inability to get over broken trust fit into this picture?
I would say I wish life were easy, but if it were—I would only get bored.
For now the pain is worth it. Worth it because my heart is telling me that this is something worth fighting for. Crazy masochistic heart. When will you ever learn?
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