We refer to our heart in so many figurative ways throughout our lives, but rarely as a muscle pumping blood. When someone physically touches that, it can be transformative. Though they were casual yogi friends, they bonded in earnest when they sat next to each other at a benefit dinner for the space.
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Shavonda:
He was much more personable than me...though my friends and school counselor said I'm hilarious...it felt funny coming from the funniest guy I knew.
(2 November 2016)
Shavonda:
A guy I liked asked me if I liked his humor.
(2 November 2016)
Shavonda:
Overall, I'm just bewildered that they come to me.
(2 November 2016)
Shavonda:
Other times it just seems like they think I know something they don't, so I'm flattered.
(2 November 2016)
Shavonda:
I help, and they take and take until I'm withering away beneath their demands.
(2 November 2016)
Shavonda:
Sometimes, though, it goes too far.
(2 November 2016)
Shavonda:
I've had friends ask for emotional advice, dating, fashion, homework help, and even talk about disgusting things I don't care to speak of.
(2 November 2016)
Shavonda:
In fact, I wrote a paper for my sister the other day. (not self-honoring I know). Even when I don't offer to help, though, they tend to come to me.
(2 November 2016)
Shavonda:
I tend to be the person who people come to for help with writing.
(2 November 2016)
Sheryll:
Should I be friends with this person anymore?
(2 November 2016)
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