All of Me

In the last month I've felt like a sore thumb...or maybe like the pinky toe you try your best not to stub against the coffee table again but it just keeps on happening. When you fall into love and move past the glowy, rose-hued stages, and you've been in love before, you might find yourself feeling hella vulnerable.

It's a naked feeling - putting your heart out there to be handled as someone else see's fit. If I could have - I think I would have avoided having to do that... But I think that is part of the danger of love - the act of faith.

Here is my heart, please don't break it

- I promise I'll care the same.

Vulnerable. Naked. Fragile. Self-conscious. The craziness of love and feeling like a madwoman, frustrated and trying to protect a heart that no longer belongs to me...

But I don't really have to...do I.

I don't need to be protected from you.

Because - in my bones, in the deepest, truest part of me - I know that you are not going to hurt me. That I mean more than I know. To you. For you.

I dream of different "homecoming" scenarios. Where you, my best friend, meet me on a level playing field. I've made the journey, you've kept my heart safe. And we walk into each other's arms and I know.

I used to believe that home was not a place - that it was a person. A person who knows all the ins and outs and good and bad and loves you for all of it. Maybe I still believe.

It's scary, with my constant heart being so far, and me here, alone, trying to make it work...and trying to trust the journey.

I may struggle today, probably tomorrow too. But, in the end? 

It will happen. And I will love you, every day, every second, for the rest of my life.

All of you.

Yours,

L.