To profess one's love for another... An act that came so easy when we were but toddlers, has now gotten so difficult.
Difficult because through the years, we've grown so afraid to put ourselves in a position of total vulnerability. Afraid to get hurt. Afraid to be rejected. And just afraid to embrace love. We kid ourselves into telling ourselves that we are perfectly fine without love, that our lives are full of other joys and wonders; but yet beneath that fascade, we must acknolwedge the truth that we long for someone to come along, to come along and make us unafraid, to make us embrace our vulnerabilities and weaknesses, to make us want to love with relentless passion.
And how will this someone come along? Will She just walk into my life gun's blazing, love at first sight? Will I fall head over heals in love and become brave and stupid? How will I know? How will I be ready when this person comes along?
But I guess, the amazing thing with life is, you're never really ready for it, and you never really see it coming.
Little by little, without knowing it, someone has snuck up behind me, in my most exposed and vulnerable position without me even knowing it. Yet, I'm unafraid. Unafraid to let her into my world. Unafraid to let her see who I really am. Unafraid to laugh, to joke, to be myself.
Without knowing, my world has a new center.