As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
The Prince And The Heart
Once upon a time there was a Princess who was born with an extra large heart. This heart was created differently from other hearts, because while it refused to love everyone, it had the capacity to love boundlessly and fiercely those who recognized it. The HeartCreator knew that because this heart would beat itself to death for those who knew it was there, He had to make the Princess's heart harder to spot.
So the HeartCreator placed this heart under 100 mattresses. Though the Princess would never be able to pry her heart out from underneath and hold it up for the world to see, He knew that someday a Prince with ultra intuitive skin and x-ray vision would sleep on these mattresses and feel it buried far beneath her surface.
As the years passed, many Princes climbed the ladder to the top of the mattresses and spent a night sleeping there. And in the morning, each one of those Princes would wake up refreshed, completely unaffected by her heart. She'd look in their sweet, shallow eyes and know that they were not the one she was looking for.
But one night a certain Prince fell asleep on her mattresses and woke up the next morning covered in bruises, complaining of aches in his neck, and asking the Princess what that huge lump was in her bed.
And she knew he was the one she'd been waiting for. The one who recognized and felt her heart as if it were naked, with nothing at all protecting it from the outside world. And to her surprise, because he intuited that lump's capacity for immeasurable love, the Prince vowed to sleep on that uncomfortable mattress for all eternity.
Happy Valentine's Day to my Prince. Thanks for being tough enough to sleep on my heart.
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