Heart Congruence

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, and I wasn’t sure if she was kidding. Is this how it was going to be, a conversation in double-entendres, with me never knowing what she is really trying to tell me? I hate that. Just spit it out. If you don’t like me fine, just be honest with it and stop all the child’s play. At some point, I should think we grow up, stop putting on a pretty face, and either say what we actually mean, or walk away. Why the pretend? Life is too short for living incongruently with our heart.