The secret of “who we truly are?”
What a beautiful/handsome mystery that in sharing of our true selves, with a safe person, that has our trust, it forces our “edited” self to take a backseat. Acceptance of the real thing in me is a risk, and it’s not always fruitful. Sometimes, the dynamic just doesn’t work well and I feel misunderstood.
And then there are those times. I remember the first time with a friend . . .
to be continued.