Why, why, why???

I just don’t understand my heart sometimes.  I have made up my mind that I am going to move on, but my heart refuses to let go!

This leads me to believe that my mind and heart are not connected.  When I say connected, I don’t mean literally.  What I mean is that I don’t think we are playing on the same team.  I believe that my mind is the mortal part of my being.  The part of me that places doubt…obviously the part that over-analyzes everything.  But also the part that keeps me cautious, the only thing that I trust because I know that “it” has my best interest in “mind”. 

But my heart, my heart is different.  My heart is the direct connection with God.  The part that believes in true love.  My heart sees the good in everybody and everything.  It is optimistic and always believes tomorrow is a beautiful gift that is opened by the sun. 

Can’t I get a transplant? 

I have so many dating prospects!  Why can’t I MAKE myself interested in one???  Come on heart!  Can’t you see the good in somebody else besides Mr T???

I hate my heart right now!