I dabbed at my tear with the sleeve of my sweat shirt as i got off the phone. I just had a minor quarrel with my bestie and I was in tears. I sniffed and resolved not to make the first move at reconciliation this time. I tried to get my mind off it and concentrate on the comedy series I was watching but I couldn’t, maybe the movie wasn’t interesting after all, I tried to convince myself. I took out the novel I had been reading from under my pillow ,opening to the page where I had kept my pen , indicating where I had stopped. This was one of my favourite novels and it also didn’t seem interesting anymore. I knew I had to do what I had to do if I was ever going to feel better. I sighed as I got my phone and dialed my bestie,I had to settle with her.
These are the perks of being an emotional person. You care too much, you get hurt easily, you over think things, that lyrics or movie gets you crying, you get emotionally attached to people. You some times feel you have a heart for two.
I have wished several times that I could dump my soft heart and trade it for a rock-like one. Accepting and loving myself for who I am, is something I am learning to do. I know I can’t change my too soft heart or my easily teary eyes. Although I might be taken for granted , I have come to realise that having a heart that works isn’t a flaw.