And those with hearts similiar to Stonehenge, are able to preserve themselves.
Their paths to Love are quite different...but if that Love is strong enough, in the end both are able to partake of it. Both hearts are precious; equally desiring of Love.
But fear is always present. One is running from it; the other possessed by it. One would imagine that choosing the former is the best route to finding Love.
However...hearts tend to get weary.
And weary hearts that stop; often are finally subdued by the very fear that they were running from. Oddly enough, giving in to fear isn't tumultuous at first. It's sense of self-preservation is numbing in a blessed sort of way. You're able to take inventory of just how exhausting pursuing something, that seemingly didn't want to be caught, made you.
So, you rest.
Until, that is, you are disrupted by your own desires. Coupled with the bright-eyed hope that made you want Love in the beginning.
Then fear contests.
And a dilemma ensues, once again....
...leaving you with a decision to make:
What sort of person am I going to be?
The Former or the Latter?...
I choose the Former.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” --CS Lewis