Sunday, January 23, 2011

how do you know its true?

Yesterday and for the past few days, this has been a question that has been thrown at me incessantly. How do you know its true? How do you its for real? How do you know?

Yesterday, someone told me that their professor back in college said that love is just about belief. Love is just believing in something that you cannot see. Someone tells you I love you and you choose to believe. They show certain actions and you choose to view it a certain way and believe.

Amidst all these explanations, HOW DO YOU KNOW? 

Honestly, I don't. I don't really know but I choose to believe. I choose to believe that what is shown to me and what is said to me is the truth. I choose to believe this truth that is being laid out in front of me. I don't see anything wrong with believing in this. I don't see anything that I could possibly lose by believing.

Am I not scared to get hurt? Am I not worried that I am being played for a fool? Am I not wary that I am just being used?

To be honest again, I'm not. Yes, I may get hurt but this hurt will pass. One thing I have learned with the many heartaches and heartbreaks I have been through is that no matter how hurtful something is, it will pass. It will get better in time. It will heal.

What if I am being played for a fool? What if I am being used? What if? Well, what if I am not? What if this is all true? What if this is real? Should I not let this chance happen simply because I am scared? Should I let the opportunity pass by simply because I was scared? I made that mistake before. I don't want to do it again.

So, if I am to be hurt .. .then so be it. At the end of the day, if he leaves ... if he hurts me ... if I am to be broken again ... I will become a stronger person. Him ... he will never find another diamond like me. I do not lose anything, he loses everything.

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Hi! Let's all try to add more positivity in this world and adhere to the saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say, keep silent."

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