Everybody Talks

She lay there dissecting every line in her mind as the tears rolled down her cheek onto the white Egyptian cotton pillowcase. Maybe - conditional adverb meaning something is a possibility. We, group pronoun, now broken into two individual pronouns you and I. Can, a slightly more direct verb but still operating conditionally under the presence of maybe. Talk- something they once did often but the subject of which had recently become inherently less in depth that she was accustomed. Sometime- here we are back to the conditional and undefined. Everything in her life seemed to come with conditions these days. An eternal bartering system really. But it was not unlike him to make everything a negotiation. Even his relationships acted as business transactions. You give this and in exchange I shall provide that. “Seems to be getting harder to keep score these days doesn’t it” she thought.

A Heart Like Mine

I was recently told that there are three types of people in the world; givers, takers and traders. Me? I am a giver. When I give, I give all I have. When I love, I love with all I have. I don’t keep score; I don’t count favors. Bartering is not part of who I am. I give because I am a giver by nature, because that’s how it should be. My love is deep and constant. It is not fickle; it does not change its mind. It is not pretentious or proud. I know not how to guard a heart like mine for guarded hearts rarely feel the true depths of love. While I may embellish it with a small box for protection at times, the first sight of wind sends in tumbling to the earth. But such a stance often causes more pain than most. I open my heart easily and freely; I see the best in others and as such can be disappointed far more frequently than others. A heart like mine was made to be broken.