Band Aids for Broken Hearts

One of my favorite people in the world has a broken heart.  She's been crying all morning and there's nothing I can do about it. I wish I could say all the right things or somehow show her the future so she could see why she's better off without this jerk anyway.

But I can't.

All I can do is tell her I love her and hope she can see how wonderful she truly is, and that this dude must be insane for not wanting to make her every dream come true.

Perhaps he's insecure?  Maybe he caught a glimpse of her awesomeness and realized he wasn't worthy of it.  And he's not. Because real men don't run from awesome women. They see them for the jewels they are and recognize what a precious gift that heart is they've been privileged enough to hold. So they treasure it. They embrace it. They guard it. They protect it.

I'd like to kick this dude in the nuts right now. Hard. But I can't. He's somewhere in Canada and d@mn lucky that I live in Florida and don't know where to find him.

I hate it when my friends hurt.

I wish there were band aids for broken hearts.

Music & Memories

A fabulous friend of mine on Twitter @jayelisson (follow her, she's almost as much fun as @IanPoulter) is also on Tumblr.  She's been blogging 25 songs in 25 days, and she's posted some very cool tunes. They have meaning from different seasons of her life.  She recently posted a U2 song that reminded her of her first love.  Songs always stir up memories...

Personally, I don't need to be reminded of my first love.  He came back into my life two years and well, let's just say there are reasons why some people are part of your past.  It's where they should stay.  Anyway,  he wasn't the only one to pop up recently with confessions of love and/or professing to have changed, which I find quite odd.  It's like they can tell when one of the others is trying to worm his way back.  Must be some sort of male instinct thing, I don't know.

The flattering part was they all seemed to agree on one thing -- there's no one else like me (either that or they've all managed to use same line to see if I'd bite, who knows).  And I'm not sure how many or how few women I'm being compared to here, but I'll take the compliment nonetheless.  The sad part is that from what I could tell, no one had changed.  Except for me.  I stopped giving yet another chance to people who don't deserve one.  So I was proud of myself.

After someone has lied to you or mistreated you, no matter how tempting it may be, there's really no going back.  It's simply too hard to rebuild a relationship once the trust has been shattered.  Particularly if you gave the person a second chance the first time.  And no matter how lovely and flowing the apologies may be, you have to look at the actions.  Words come easily to some, even the L-word, but actions are  harder to fake. And love is a verb. 

I don't let the actions of a few spoil my hope though.  I still believe there's a nice, honest guy out there somewhere.  And in the spirit of that hope and Jay's blog, here's a song that reminds me the way I want to connect with someone one day.  The video is incredible.  Enjoy.