h2>Dating : It Only Means Mending My Heart
I make many decisions and many have yet to come into fruition.
You see, I’m a fickle woman. I change my mind the moment it shifts —
in other words, I lose interest.
It has more to do with you and less to do with me,
see, I am not one of those ladies that uses an excuse
to be pardoned from the party.
I am an honest woman.
I tell the truth so much so that it sounds more like a lie.
You see, I cannot lie.
The truth shows its face in my rosy cheeks, my twisted tongue, my eyes.
It almost feels like a curse because I cannot spare you from hurt.
If I believe it, it must be true, at least that part of you.
But to say I am over you is a bit of an overstatement.
You see, I am a loyal woman.
Even when my heart is broken, I am sticking to my truth
and to me, that means that I still love you.
But love is not stronger than my will to move on.
It is not stronger than the hope that is no longer.
I know I will meet another
who brings out the best in me from the very start.
So you see, in forgetting you I am able to fall in love once again.
That only means mending my heart.