If things in my life are going badly...or if they're just silly and normal...I can ramble and write/spout off nonsense for hours. But...when things are going really, really well and I'm scared, I tend to not write...not want to talk about it all. Shut down. Bottle it up. Not KNOW what to say. Whatever is in that fear make me not want to bare my soul as usual. This is when I SHOULD wear my heart on my sleeve, but instead I wipe it off, and hide it in my pocket.
What is the definition of love?
Some anonymous person asked me this in the 'comments section' many blogs ago. A hard one to answer...everyone has a different answer...I am slowly admitting to myself that I have never truly been in love...I have felt deep affection for people, and I have had my feelings manipulated, and I have definitely been in lust...But I honestly can say that I've never been in love on my own terms...I'm so ready to be swept completely off my feet...
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