Between Me And My Heart.

Heart: Hey, do you remember me?

Me: Of course I remember you, are you not the one that keeps blood flowing through my body?

Heart: Well, yes I am...

Me: You’re doing a good job by the way; make sure you keep it up!

Heart: I have no reason not to...

Me: I mean you are one of the most important organs in my body, you know, getting rid of the things I don’t need and what not.

Heart: I understand, and I plan to keep doing this, but it seems you only remember the scientific part of my job.

Me: ...What do you mean?

Heart: There is more to me than pumping red liquid around your body you know.

Me: You have completely lost me!

Heart: I’m looking after you, but you’re definitely not looking after me, you don’t seem to care.

Me: Ohhh, do you mean my diet? Oh don’t worry, I’m trying to eat healthily, it’s not easy out here you know...many temptations around me, I’m craving a burger, but for you, I’ll eat some celery instead, that okay?

Heart: I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about the guys you allow into your life...into your heart, me.

Me: *Raises eyebrow*...Go on.

Heart: I’m sorry *cough*, but I can not keep quiet anymore and stick to the science. Emotionally, I am hurting in here. I’m suffering in silence and you haven’t even noticed. Do you know how many times I’ve accepted those you have invited into your life, how many times I have made room for them to come in and make themselves at home? For them to get comfortable and for me to carry them?

Me: Erm...well

Heart: *Cough* Enough times. And most of these times, I end up getting broken. I end up getting hurt. I have to tidy up after your guests, and trust me; they always seem to leave a big mess behind. I have the job of clearing up, healing any tears they made and washing off any marks they may have left. It takes time. A lot of time. And I get really tired. I’m worn out and I have no more energy to do this any more.

Me: Wow. You should have told me this...

Heart: I’m telling you now. Because I hate having to watch you in your depressed states. Times where you cry and your eating becomes no more. You’re not helping my situation either. When you’re happy, I’m happy. But when you’re not, the healing process takes longer. And I’m not getting any younger. You need to be careful with me emotionally. Have respect for me, your heart. Don’t allow anyone to just come in all willy-nilly and relax; leave whenever they feel like it. Show them that your heart is special and deserves to be treated with care and love. I’ve become fragile and I no longer trust these temporary-looking guests.

Me: I don’t mean for this to happen to you, you know it’s not deliberate right?

Heart: I know you mean well, but you’ve got to start making better decisions on who you allow to have room in me. Make the entrance narrow. They have to EARN a place in me. If they want to gain access, they must go through God first. Until then, I’m closed, until further notice from your father in Heaven.

Me: ...I understand. Perfectly. And I apologise.

Heart: That’s okay. Now how about that celery? :)