Love

Dear World;

I've found out something about myself. I've known it for quite some time now, always lingering at the back of my skull. Last night I addressed it. I don't just have a "crush" or "like" someone. No, I fall in love with them. Absolutely head-over-heels in love. I wouldn't even say I'm terribly passionate by nature...I'm no Jane Eyre. I think that if you can pinpoint what it is you like a person perhaps it is more of a crush-puppy love, if you will. But when you reach the point where there is no singular (or general, for that matter) thing that attracts you to them...then I believe you're in love. Perhaps my standards are low, or something, but my heart swells and everything about them, even the sorts of things that would be normally quite irksome about them, infatuate and draw me in. I am in trouble. This is a dangerous attitude to have for I believe that I am at almost a greater risk of getting hurt. I think this might be why I shut people out. Because I know that if I let them close I'll fall in love with them.

Xx,
Hope