I believe that something great usually starts with a simple "hi" that makes way to a simple talk, in which the depth increase as time goes by . I believe that a warm cup of coffee is a good ingredient for a good conversation. It relaxes the muscles. Soothes the tension. Making one be at ease and sets the mood for an honest and open sharing of thoughts.
But sometimes being honest is dangerous. For honesty is too rare and thus attractive to the eyes. And openness seemed like a pit; perfect for falling and for pain. But still, you risk it. Because it makes you happy. And you feed your soul with honesty and your heart feeds on life lessons from experiences you either had or heard.
Until you reach the road block but not the end of the road. Where you can no longer push through someone's path. Wherein re-route isn't even possible. And you have no choice but to take a deep sigh, turn to your back, move on and walk away. I guess that's how life really works.
So maybe I need to accept that sometimes, I aint getting anything more than a good conversation and a cup of coffee.
Labels: heart, life, realization, relationship, self