It’s one of those yawning evenings, when the head starts to force its way back, questioning previous life decisions. Wondering about ‘what if’s. “I’ll be following you still, oh my dear head”, whispered the heart, “even though we both know certain events had other opportunities, too”.
Full of blind self-confidence the head keeps throwing well thought through words, sentences and phrases towards its fellow warm friend below. Trying to convince the heart that every decision made by the head, turned out as it should have been. With a mere look, full of genuine warmth and truth, the words turned into meaningless and empty letters so the head started to see what the heart seemed to be worried about.
With opened mind: ‘There must be another way!’ the head thought…
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