Over Analyzing?

I have always fallen for women as straight-forward, intellectual, and curious as I.  I’m usually attracted to the dark, mysterious, slightly-emo girls that know how to handle themselves.  However, recently, I have found my mind clouded with images of a beauty from a different make.  I have known that I am attracted to this person for a while, but only as of late have I really felt strongly for her.  Without divulging any identifiable information, latterly in our friendship I have seen her devoting her entire life to someone other then herself.  It was beautiful to see selfless compassion and caring in-action.  The entire encounter was a gorgeous embodiment and example of everything precious in the world.  It really opened my eyes to possibilities once forgotten.  To witness purely unconditional love in it’s sweetest form made my cold heart melt and beat stronger then the current of the fastest river.  My first reaction and desire was to give the same caring and compassion to this woman that she had just shown to her loved one.  However, my overly analytical mind kicked into gear and warning bells started going off.

“She younger then you,” speaks my mind.  ”The two of you have very little in common,” it continues.
“But her smile and joy of life are treasures that I cannot pass-up,” my heart attempts to rebut before adding, “besides, we feel happier at the very prospect of seeing this person.”
“You have to think long term,” my mind warns, “after some time you will become bored if there is no challenge.”
“Challenge?!,” my heart scoffs, “Do you remember how well we faired in our last two ‘challenging’ relationships?!  We crashed and burned in case you have forgotten!  Moreover, why do we have to think long term?  What is the problem with the now?”

That is when I began to remember a beautiful scene from Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist.

I think it is time to let go and stop trying to analyze every little scenario.  I have had the 24-hour hump-fest and I have envisioned being married to someone for a-hundred years, but what I have never done is simply held someone’s hand.  And, if I could hold anyone’s right now, it would be hers.  Goodnight.