


A whirlwind of precious emotions, with overwhelming ups and downs. A passionate desire to be consumed in the fires of love and devotion, an obsessive yearning for reciprocity in relationships, the pain of feeling misunderstood, blessings in disguise, random epiphanies and eurekas, the dangerous energies of feeling betrayal but wanting to deny it and think otherwise—because you want to see only the good in others, right? Feeling forgotten because no one can meet you halfway, yet you meet them all the way, disturbed because people you thought were your friends weren’t at all. Strangers see your light and essence, but your closest family and friends purposely ignore it. There is euphoria in being aligned with your heart and soul, but it comes with a terrible ego death that it took to get you there. You pour your kindness and generosity into others, yet you rarely get it in return. Others take your kindness for granted, and you don’t understand why, because you would never do that to others. This face hides under beautiful, painful complexities—a wild contradiction of every non-verbal emotion you can possibly think of. By the way, I’ve never been in a relationship in my entire life... I’m just ranting. I don’t want anyone to think this is about a relationship I was in once before, because I’ve yet to meet the one, and I’m okay. Am I guarded? Yes, I am. I am because I know the way my heart is set up, and I know I’ll fall hard and won’t stop. My heart consumes me.