"You shine like the sun," he said, and then...
Dreams of coming and going;
the tension of messiness and imperfection.
The old, old wounds we carry around
into every new connection...
I love you, even in your pain and your untidyness,
and I'm grateful for your love.
Terrifying as it is,
the will to open,
to love and be loved
overcomes all objections in the end.
--Me
