Of Hearts and Lions

“Oh Lauren, Lauren, Lauren…” My brain tsked softly, clicking it’s subconscious tongue in sardonic reprimand, gazing somberly at my throbbing, susceptible heart. “You can never wait, can you? Just a moment? A second?”

“I can’t help it, okay?” Heart snapped, edgy and futile as ever. “You sit upon your pedestal. Don’t preach to me of your righteousness and sensibility—what do you know?”

“It’s not about knowing, you fool. It’s about anticipating and planning. Rushing in never solves anything.”

“Sometimes you come across people you can’t anticipate, ya know? People who strike fast and hard, mercilessly, determinedly. I can’t stop what I can’t see coming; I never saw him coming.”

“You didn’t try,” Brain insisted, stubborn to the last. “You never try.”

“Love isn’t meant to tried, B. It comes when it sees fits and… there’s no reasoning for it.”

“Right—so what? You’ll needlessly suffer until this boy comes to his senses—if he comes to his senses? That’s no way to live.”

“You’re right.” Heart throbbed in a form in a shrug, indifferent. “But love—it’s worth it, he’s worth it; I know he is.”

“Were these not the words your spewed time and time before? What—there was Avery, and Alec, and Edward and—“

“You’re a jackass, B.”

“And you’re an insufferable idiot.”

“You like me anyways, B—admit it—I feel you; I feel your affections. Don’t deny yourself or you’ll end up like me.”

Brain huffed, indignant and stubborn to the last. After a moment’s consideration, brain sighed and relinquished a reply: “Perhaps you’re right. I’ll deny it if you tell kidney or pancreas, though—and don’t think I won’t.”

“I wouldn’t think of it.” Heart chuckled, cocking a theoretical eyebrow. “And so this is how the ‘lion fell in love with the lamb’?”

“No—stahp—no. This isn’t Twilight.”

“I kinda liked that book—“

“And see this—this is your dilemma.”