Magic

Time and space, I don't think these are quantifiable. They are greater than we can see.
Last night I got to hear repeated to me once again the same conversation that I've grown tired of. I tried to tell him he is trapped by his mind. Obviously, he keeps repeating to me the same damn excuses. I told him his heart should guide him, because it is stronger than the mind. The heart is where the seed of the soul lies. He listens, he understands, then starts repeating himself. Being a slave to the mind is a weakness. The mind is a tool to use, not a master to reign.
I hear what lies underneath. I hear the yearning, the want. He misses me, he desires me.
The things he wants to change about me speak of things he wants to change about himself. I'm scary. I am dangerous because of how close he is to falling in love with me. Well, it sounds like it's too late. The hooks are already in. The fish is struggling on the line. Maybe he will break free but doesn't seem to struggle with the connection too badly. He wants it to stay in tact, a security line.
And what do I represent? I am a challenge to him on all levels. As for me, I like challenges and find them exciting, but people like their bubbles they've created. They get attached. People like to safeguard their beliefs and their thoughts, some don't like to be challenged.
Today I got to hear him shoe shopping with his friends that are girls. I put my two cents in: "No, she should not get the white shoes cause they will scuff the first time she wears them." I was hanging out with them via me on the phone. Then I started to be torn up inside. He would deny me the luxury of getting to say goodbye, but he gives it so willingly to his friends, and am I not his friend too?
What am I, but objectified in his mind? The thing unattainable by a, b, and c. He would rather me be an idea or a concept. Something on the page. These are just words. They are little more than a thing that conveys the true feelings behind them. Or a mask to cover up those feelings as well.
Conflicted in matters of the heart?
My advice? Just listen.