A lady in the crowd
The Heart Keeps Beating.
It is simply one of those days where I'm feeling good. I find myself feeling petrified and afraid. Why? Because I'm profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening. How? Because this is life's manner of preparing me for a tragic event. It feels strange to feel joyous, or to cherish such prosperous days without complications.
The highlight of my day was having a deep talk with my close friend, Amanda Diaz. We walked throughout one of my childhood parks near my home.
"Don't you find it funny how people are so strange?" She asked me with enthusiasm.
"Totally it's amazing. You find out you never really know a person. The more you know the freakier they become." I said while watching young children play Football.
"True. Or it's funny how people change in such a short time. One moment someone is the most important person in your life. Suddenly months pass and you ignore one another's existence when you walk pass each other. Just strangers again." She said referring to her first love Harley Ford.
She's going through heartbreak, and her attempt in dating Shankar didn't work. She could not forget her first love. He's a thick splinter stuck in the depths of her heart . It's important to let your heart heal at its own slow pace. Trying to move on too quickly only makes her miss that person more. It's unhealthy to try to move on too quickly; it's normal to let your heart bleed. As a good friend I took her palm and gazed into its creased lines. I told her
"I know I'm going to sound like a fucking Chinese fortune cookie. You need to focus on your intuition; on who you are. Be active and do whatever it is teenage girls do. Before you know it the heart heals."