Monday, February 25, 2013

Injures that don't get a siren

If Brussels' signature vegetable is the sprout than its signature sound is the police sirens. 
It seems that all day, everyday, people get hurt and the whole city has to hear about it. 

" But what about the injures that don't get a siren? Whether you fall in a hole on the street or possibly falling back in love.  Just how dangerous is an open heart? ...."

Although I don't believe in love at first sight I do believe in my instinct. Seeing someone from across the street and knowing instantly that they're going to matter to me or play an important role in my life or just arriving in an airport and having butterflies in the stomach even before seeing the city and falling for it by instinct.

With or without an open heart I still love Brussels, because it is honest, has no big smile on its face it's grey and it is my big city now. 

I have to keep on loving and so are all of us because " love is a muscle we have to flex. Don't let it become weak because then , everything will disappear.." 

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