Souls
are stubborn things. The mind can recognize the red flags, the heart can
already know better, and the body can feel exhausted from repeating the same
patterns. Yet somehow, beneath all that knowing, something still whispers, just
one more time. I know better now. I know what it feels like to walk toward
someone who is emotionally unavailable, to recognize the distance behind the
closeness, the hesitation behind their words.
I
know how quickly something that feels exciting can become something that leaves
your questioning yourself. And still, there is a part of me that wants to
believe that perhaps this time, it will be different. Maybe that is the
toxic part of the soul; not that it wants to be hurt, but that it keeps
believing there is something worth finding inside the places that have already
shown you they cannot hold you.
The
mind says, Don’t go. The heart says, You deserve better. The
soul, terribly stubborn, quietly looks at the next possibility and whispers…
one more toxic date. Just one more.