Love, Complete, Whole

Sometimes in love our heart competes against our braim for control over the reigns,, for final say. It is like being young, sitting in the backseat ~ behind parents arguing on the road, arguing their part about which direction to take, how to get you | where you need to go, wher exactly that is, what it will mean to make you whole...complete... — it's kind of a big mess No one can tell you for sure which one you should listen to, but remember this: they are arguing for you, the struggle is for you & your best interests, & at the end of the day, you get to choose,, & at the end of the day,, they'll keep arguing for you tomorrowWeee.