I long to be fearless.
My heart, or whatever fanciful thing the ‘heart’ supposedly represents, terrifies me.
Always second-guessing.
I want so much to be able to reach out to you without fear, but I’m scared. Scared that you’ll reject me. Or worse, that you won’t respond at all.
I realize now that in thinking this I’ve already rejected myself.
I want so much to be loved by you, but need so much to first be loved by me.
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