I wish my heart didn't care about you and my eyes wouldn't cry over you. :-(

Thoughts of you and i

It seems foolish to fall in love with someone in a matter of days, almost seems immature. The heart starts to reconsider its beliefs and runs far away from the possible act of love. Not understanding how something so remarkable can acquire such strength and ability so instantaneously. The mind follows suit, ordering unkind and vicious thoughts. The body conforms to the rules and avoids any contact or conversation so as to not stir up any controversy between the mind and the soul. The wait is on! Before long the heart begins to realize how absurd this puzzle of suspicion is, and slowly lets it go and finally welcomes it in. The mind constantly won't let the past be the past and continues to hold a grudge on what it believes are the appropriate measures to be following. The body tries to follow correctly but gets caught in the war, finding out the only way to release the tension is by the outpour of tears. The mind never understands that the heart is the path taken by the soul; the heart keeps the soul alive and alert. The game continues with the heart winning more battles and the body slowly conforming over to follow along, ceasing the tears. The questions now need to be resolved by the mind- when does the past stay the past and the present start being a part of the future? Is it wrong to be afraid of what our future holds? To not understand the path our road is winding on? They say that love is instant, a flash of fireworks in the night sky, and that one single day will be remembered and cherished forever. How do you know when that love is a gift sent from angels above and not just another game pulling apart your head and your heart. When all you feel is closeness and compassion and life and passion for the other, who is to tell you that its not a sign of love? What single act proves that it is love? Does true love instantly show its light, or does it make you wait and figure it out slowly on your own? The mind has many questions, many of those will never be answered, many of them can never be answered. Until the mind can solve its own puzzles, the war will continue to be battled.