Lost Girl

"Why is it so bad if you fall in love?" He asked. I stared at him for a moment with an expression that said 'isn't it obvious?' But he didn't seem to understand, so I had to put it into words for him.

"When you love somebody, your heart is in their hands. They can squeeze it, stretch it...break it. It's all up to them. Your emotions are out of your control. Wether you like it or not, your heart will speed up when your around them. Your body will liven. They are responsible for your entire mood. Why should I give them that ability? That power?"

I said not realizing my voice had slowly converted into a whisper. My mind wandered back to a painting I once did that was of hand's crushing a chained heart, blood oozing down their wrists. It was a little brutal, but I like to express myself through art.

I was fidgeting with the hem of my shirt when I heard him exhale. My head poised in his direction as he opened his mouth, "...because everybody needs somebody". I just gaped at him. He said it as if it had relinquished any doubts that I had about love. As if it had made me okay with the fact that my emotions could go haywire through someone else's actions. As if I could just let it take its toll on me, crave it even. Want it. Need it. And maybe I did...