love is a little rough around the edges
BleedingHeart has been having a field day on Dundas Street West.
i like street art that deals with matters of the heart, specifically a heart in sadness, healing, mourning, and hope.
stuff that talks about truth, beauty, wisdom …. these are the only conversations worth having.
i like believing love is one of the few magics left in the world. i heard in a movie once that only unrequited love can be romantic, and to a degree that’s true.
i’m not necessarily interested in romance (although i dare say, i do enjoy it so long as it doesn’t enter velveeta-ville), yet love, when it is rough around the edges, seems to bee the kind that attracts me more often than not. i like things that are struggles and have imperfections. i like feeling like i’ve worked hard for what’s in my life. if and when it fails, i can at least hold my hands up and say, “i tried.”
in every relationship i’ve ever had, no one can ever tell me i didn’t try… that i didn’t invest time and energy and heart and soul into it.
but my heart bleeds for no one. my heart is the strongest muscle in my body.