Giving your heart to someone else is risky business. There is the fear your heart may be broken, or that the feeling may not be returned. There is the unknown factor that always accompanies the thought of allowing another into your heart, as well. Will they be there for you in time of happiness when you want to tell them great news? Will they be there, holding your hand, after a rough day, or even more - will they remain by your side when you feel everyone else has left?
When we give our hearts to another person, we want them to accept it, and us, with open arms. Our thought process changes from 'I' to 'we'. We want to be seen as a cherished, precious gift in their lives because this is how we view them within our lives. And for all the moments we had before knowing them, and before giving our hearts where we wondered if we would find someone, new moments enter where we share giggles, glances, minutes and hours attempting to ensure we make the other person happy. It is not about the individual any longer. It is now about working together as a team.
Giving your heart to someone is not the act of relinquishing our own personal identities, but growing into a new reality where math solutions are irrational of 1+1=1.
When we give our hearts to another, we realize the safety once felt in only relying upon ourselves must be adjusted. We must allow the other person into the secret hallways of our thoughts, once only reserved for private thoughts. In giving our hearts to another, we must remember that sharing our dreams, our hopes, and our desires is just as important as allowing the other person to also see our fears, our insecurities, and our needs. It is in the action of admitting you sometimes need help that creates a stronger union, not the ability to maintain and take care of business all on your own. If that were the case, what is the other person there for?
Why allow someone into the foyer, the doorway of your heart, but not allow them into the actual home to wander around the hallways, the different rooms, and sometimes help when repair may be needed?
I have been fortunate enough to feel both sides of a person's heart. Moments where I was excluded from his heart because he could take care of things on his own, and didn't want my help. While the latter always reminded me he was able to do things on his own, as a stubborn 2 year old may attempt to struggle doing things on his own to show they are growing up, the relationship was never truly able to progress. Focus was more on the individual rather than the couple. Moments where his fears are shared, true emotion was shown, and a stronger union was formed. These examples are from 2 separate people, and 2 separate scenarios, different relationships,and different stages of a relationship. But none-the-less, the intent remains the same where one person allowed me in, and the other continuously forced me out.
I don't have much. I am not the prettiest girl in the world. I am also not the thinnest, the funniest, the smartest, the bravest, or the most compassionate. I don't have a pocketbook filled with money, and will probably always have the need to work in order to pay my bills. But when my heart is given to someone else, it is from a place of not only sentiment, but also in genuine effort to support the other person as best I can, ensure they know I am there for them, and help them accomplish their goals, their desires, and their dreams as I would hope they would do in return for me. When my heart is given, it is not at a whim, but rather in sincerity. In this, I don't have to be all those things I listed that I may not be. I only have to be me. I only have to be who I am, the person he also chose to give his heart to.
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