The Heart Has No Bones

My relations with the opposite sex tend to get drawn out, over analyzed, and romanticized to much greater heights than necessary. It's a rather shameful thing. Or is it? Am I to be ashamed that I hold such an intense ability to love people, women especially. Should I hang my head and withdraw to the passion of a flea just because I have such an intense ability to use this thing called the heart? I do not know. This is a bit of a problem for me though. I tend to make big issues out of small things. Things like small relationships that I am almost certain had destiny written all over them. It comes natural to me. I meet a woman, talk to her, recognize anything that is possible to love about her and completely disregard all of her flaws. This is no way to live. I hear that we are supposed to accept people for their flaws. And that our love for someone should make those flaws seem minuscule.  But I hear a lot of things. I find it much easier to just act like those flaws do not exist. This, of course, is a complete recipe for disaster. The dish that is served up cold is ultimately heartbreak and turbulence. And its a dish that I've tried often and one that I've served just as much.