I am a simple person, a romantic, an idealist and realist, but neither of them at the same time. I enjoy hearing that you wish to give me things and take care of me. I love feeling as if someone has cared enough to miss me and wish me a good day if that is all they have time to say, but all that I love and enjoy is sometimes a lie to make someone else feel important. I am ashamed of myself for believing sweet talking and one liners because I thought, "perhaps they could just mean it." When there are forty other girls you say the same thing to and who act accordingly, I feel no more special than a face in a crowded room. People feel and people are real, giving into you is hard to do, but I allow myself to do it. Why put stock in something you can say but never really mean? I have a heart, it's been damaged plenty and though I do not worry about the past, I worry of the future. Maybe I should blame some of it on myself, because, then again, only you can be swayed to believe in it if you allow yourself to believe in something you use to detail as folly. From now on, I take on what I can and love who I can. I have offered my heart plenty, but that is just the thing, it is my heart. It is not something to be scarificed or handed over, it is something to be asked of and trusted with. It is safe to say, the people who have it are worthy and the person who is left to ask for it is worthy as well, however one can be fooled easily. I speak my mind, I am on guard and if you insure to me that I am all that you could think to want as a friend or lover or what have you, be sure I cannot see you saying it to someone else.
