I was a clumsy child (most lefties are) and I was always falling and skinning my knees. My mom, or the school secretary as the case may be,would douse it with iodine and cover it with a band aide with strict instructions to leave it alone. Of course as soon as their backs were turned, I would lift the band aide to inspect the wound. When the scab formed I was even worse...picking at it and peeling it off before it had a chance to heal properly. Consequently my knees bear plenty of scars.
I am just as clumsy with love. Some of you reading this might say it's my own fault. Just like a child running with wild abandon on the playground I go chasing after love without careful consideration....just letting my heart run free......often falling....often getting hurt. And I still never learned my lesson about leaving things alone. I poke and prod and pick until I've made things far worse. Emotional wounds take longer to heal than physical ones and the scars are deeper and uglier. So I don't know why I torture myself...or you for that matter.
I guess I look at it a differant way though. Just like the scars on my knees never slowed me down or killed my sense of adventure, the scars on my heart remind me that some things are so special in life as to be worth all the pain you endure just trying to reach them.
You are one of those things.
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