Using my heart instead of my brain

"Do you think it is going to be easy on me? I asked, scoffing at his request.

"I don't know. We can't go back to the way we were and it is a bit selfish of you to ask me that. You know exactly how I feel about you and yet, you still go on and say things like this."

I pulled at my hair in frustration, trying to make sense of the situation.

"I'm sorry for asking this of you. I just… I missed you and I could not bear it anymore, but I understand you find it difficult to go back to our friendship—"

"Situationship," I butted in.

It was not just a friendship to me at all.

It was more than friendship but less than a relationship, and I could not believe that my heart was seriously considering letting go and allowing him back into its special crevices.

"I guess it was more of a situationship," He agreed.

Before he could continue, the words rushed out, controlled by my heart instead of my brain.