My Head And My Heart Novels & Stories

Maybe that's why God made the mind and heart separate things altogether. The mind is our tool for logic, judgment, and planning. It helps us weigh consequences, recognize patterns, and make choices that keep us safe or aligned with our values. The heart, on the other hand, is our source of passion, connection, and intuition. It draws us to people, causes, and moments that give life meaning, even when they don't perfectly make sense. But isn't it the heart that makes us feel true happiness and contentment in life? I guess God is so wise to create and separate the two so that in the end, we can know what will be good for us or the consequences of our decisions.

"Tell me! Is this madness or jealous? And why the hell will I be jealous!" " Because of love my dear" an old man cut-in with a grin "What! That's not possible, I can never love again. I think you must be mistaking old Man!" The old man smiled and sat next to him. " I know how you feel my dear, the heart is not that easy to control; You might have been affected by your past relationships but when the heart wants to embrace another love, you can't stop it!" No matter how you try, you will end up hurting yourself the more my child, free yourself and allow it to experience love again"

Every fibre of my body nodded in agreement…every fibre. Except my aching heart.

He smiled at me and left, Shocking is an understatement I'm not use to this version of him, but no matter how much I want to caution my heart it's almost as if I have no control to it cause my head is telling me to run but my heart feels stuck and rooted that no matter how much I want to run I can barely do nothing.

Her head lolls against my arm, oblivious to the way my heart is suddenly pounding. —*

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

They were gentle and tender, blending with the sound of my beating heart. "I love you." "I love you."

"MATE!" The word crushed into my tiny head, and quickly floated everywhere in the tight corners of my suddenly aching head. A familiar package of emotions shamelessly squeezed themselves into the chambers of my heart that was beating loudly in my ears. The emotions did not just come alone — there were hundreds of butterflies that mischievously danced in my head, stomach and veins.

Roman's heart wouldn't stop throbbing as he rushed for the door. He suddenly developed a headache. It couldn't be true. He just didn't want to believe that something so tragic as that had happened to him. He couldn't imagine being bankrupt and turning poor. His headached thinking about it and the more his heart banged in his chest like it was about to burst out.

' yells my heart. 'Yeah, as you're definitely not his type' my brain says like its a valid point. 'Do you know his type?' questions my heart furious. 'He's into drugs, you moron.' says my brain and my heart just keeps silent. 'Was he high? But he... I don't know' surrenders my heart. 'Stay away from him' warns my brain. 'Maybe we should ask it to him tomorrow' says my gut. 'Will you keep quiet' yells my brain and heart simultaneously.