Don’t you always just want a little more zest or a little less fear?
I was talking with my childhood best friend about how we both need to borrow a few qualities from one another. I tend to be the gal who’s feelings never ask my permission to start growing and developing and she tends to be the one who runs at any sign of attachment.
“I wish I could feel as much and as quickly as you do, it’s brave.”
“I wish I could think through people and reality before deciding the best way to go forward with someone.”
We all have our vices, we all have our strengths.
And I often care much too quickly and far too much.
I can’t help it.
I can meet a stranger in a line to get our coffee and hear all about their awful day, go home and think for hours about how they are hopefully turning their night around.
I am an avid lover of stories and when people trust me with one of their tales, I instantly want to help, encourage or push them.
It’s truly an uncontrollable urge for me to get involved with every single person I meet. (Unless you’re really that awful.)
So when it comes to falling for someone in the romantic setting, I intimidate myself.
I didn’t choose the waterfall of emotions life, it chose me. 😉
Below I wrote a string of words about how falling feels for the ones who can’t control it.
With the same inhibitions of a violent rainstorm, I’ll fall.
And if I fall, know that it was not my confidence that lead to every thought and feeling pouring out of me.
Know that I fell without knowledge, with subtle reluctance, with weary prayers and hope that I’ve clung to for years.
Know that I can’t help but fall for kind words and sweet memories and good mornings filled with laughter.
Know that I fall hard and quick, never pausing to recognize the fear my heart pumps through my veins or the caution my brain is trying to engage in.
With the same control of a raging river, I’ll fall.
Until next time,
Anna Marie 🙂