Choose Love

I thought that I was brave until he came along. I was shedding my past life in layers.  I was rebelling against every idea I had previously held about how I should live.

But underneath my tough exterior, or what felt tough at times, I was still cycling through fears. I didn't know how to communicate. I didn't know how to be with someone.  I was still learning how to be with myself.

When he came along I still felt like a mess.  A beautiful mess, but a mess nonetheless, and he seemed perfect.  I wanted to push him away because I didn't feel good enough. Because I had once tried so hard to create a life with someone and it blew up in my face.

But he is brave.  He made himself vulnerable.  He expressed himself, and when I finally choked out how I felt, he listened.  Since then it's been one hell of a romantic adventure, with my feet on the ground and my heart in place.  I like where this is going.

I am healing.  I am learning what it really is to be brave.  I am learning to choose love.