I am a fool for love. Or at least what presents itself as such.
The eye refuses to see what the heart doesn’t want to feel,
but the gut is like a built-in bullshit detector.
“SHUT UP!” I told my gut. “You don’t know what you’re feeling. You’re broken. I can’t trust you.”
“Oh but you can,” my gut said, “You just don’t want to trust yourself. And if you trust me, it would mean you have to trust yourself.”
So more importantly than trusting him, I decided to trust myself.
And guess what?
My gut was right. And so was I, although I didn’t really want to be.