There is a saying that always rears its head with me – ‘Love like you have never been hurt’. It’s often said in the same phrase as ‘Dance like no one is watching’ this I have no problem with, I love dancing anyway, and with the moves I have, I am sure the chicks are checking it out, but the whole love thing, It’s just so confusing to me these days.
My ‘Love’ journey is really only just starting. I am young and naïve. I can honestly say I have only loved one girl, and it really left a scar on my heart, a scar that conveys my fear of letting the walls down. There have been infatuations, and passing crushes, and certainly the love for my friends I have in abundance, but the first cut was very deep, and I just don’t know if I am ready for another.
Men are always lambasted for having commitment phobias, alas, I had no problems committing to my first girlfriend, I really did love her, but look where that got me, could men possibly be commitment phobic because of the scars the fairer sex have left on our hearts? Do I blame a heartless wench for my current state of incapacitation and fear? I refuse to believe that my current state of emotional insecurity is based on the mere fact I have a penis.
Maybe I am being arrogant, but maybe I am looking after myself, I just don’t want to complicate our relationship with a kiss. I don’t want anyone to get hurt, and I like this girl enough, and respect her feelings too much to enter into a relationship, when quite clearly, I really have no idea at all what I want. Do I wish I was an insensitive prick with total disregard for others emotions? – Yeah, I kind of do, but I am not, so I guess I need to ride this inner conflict out, and hope for the best.
Time is the greatest healer of all, and the scar she left me certainly has healed over, but it remains as a constant reminder of the first girl I loved, and I feel like it’s holding me back. Sure, I welcome the emotional stability a relationship with a nice girl would bring, yet I fear I would be walking on eggshells to prevent recurrences of the past.
Damn emotions. They have to complicate everything.