The Puzzle The EnigmaSomething's missing. It always has been. I think no one really knows me. The ugly parts are pretty hidden. I don't like them, but I admit that they are there. I don't trust anyone. I want to trust, desperately. I want to show all my hidden desires and weirdness and to be celebrated and loved by someone. I think I'm getting closer, but I'm afraid. What if I'm wrong? What if I give myself this way and they turn away or say that they really didn't mean that they loved me. I feel like a whiner and a coward.
some2soon 41-45, F 6 Responses 4 Jun 13, 2012