To every broken heart in here
Love was once a part, but now it\’s disappeared
She told me that it\’s all a part of the choices that your making
Even when you think you\’re right
You have to give to take
The people I meet in my life often arrive unexpectedly. And there\’s so much potential there. I can take any path I want. An endless amount of possibilities.
I met someone recently through orkut. We exchanged a few e-mails. Unlike the people I know, I have no judgment of him. No past incidents that caused me to cry. No bitterness. Nothing. And here is a gentle smile for something that is wholly unpredictable.
It feels so much better that I start over. A new obsession. I asked him what his intentions were. He wanted to meet me in person. Nothing, he said. That was the same response I received from Brad. Will it end up like that? Should I let it? Should I let it be intense?
One thing he said that struck me the most was, as INFJs, love is the end for us all. It is true. If I didn\’t come to terms with it, I would wander the campus, searching for something. Something to hold. Something concrete. Something. And I would watch other people in love looking for an answer. Always searching.