I've always had a soft spot for the underdog.

There is a debate going on inside of my skin.

My mind tells me that soon you will be gone... soon there will be no trace of your presence in my life, just like the ones before. I must purge all reminders of what once existed between us because it's too painful to pile so much loss into one life. I will replay our story trying to make sense of the ending for a while longer until it no longer matters and where once there was a gaping whole in my chest there remains only a small tear. 

My heart tells a different story. It holds onto to hope still, like a battered wife who wont leave her husband in one of those terrible Lifetime movies my heart just can't let go yet and replays all the lovely moments and sweet intimacies between us. It finds reasons to believe things will turn around if I'm just patient enough or understanding enough, if I send out all my positive intentions into the universe and say the exact right things and have faith and ask that just this once love will work out for me, then maybe it will happen. because statistically it should happen by now, it happens to other people right? they go through rough times, fall away from each other, learn and grow and then come back to each other wiser and stronger. They forgive each other and find their laughter again... 

My heart makes an impassioned speech and a strong argument and of course I give into it again, while my mind stands in the corner with its arms crossed waiting to prove my heart wrong again.. My mind rarely loses a case so it's smug and self assured.... I hate my mind sometimes.
I hopelessly root for my heart as usually. I can't help it... I'm believing one day it will triumph in sweet victory and win me love... but I've always had a soft spot for the underdog.