I wait in silence to find someone, searching, looking, and waiting while tapping my foot. My heart will always need someone.

Then I saw him. My heart starts beating faster and my mind starts racing. I start to get scared. What if he hurts me? What if it doesn’t work out? The questions fill my mind. Why do we have those questions? When does it start to fill your heart?

Then we start to talk. His words so sweet like an angel. He says words I would only hear in my dream. I’m beautiful, smart, funny, and amazing. These words make my heart pound in my chest. It enjoys what it hears and it glad it not hurting anymore. Happy words? What are words? Why do we feel these words can do so much to ones emotion? The heart can only take so much of one emotion before it becomes use to it again.
How do we change? How do we live in peace? By moving on? By staying put?