"I'm afraid.
I'm afraid to open up to her. Not just to tell her what my favorite color is, what I like to eat, and what my favorite episode of Family Guy. No no.
I'm afraid to tell her what I want my boy to be like when he's fifteen,
what I think of the lyrics of Death Cab,
how I feel about a girl holding my hand for the first time.
When you do that, you reveal yourself to a person, with no bars, no chains to hold back any part of you.
You allow them to look deep into the darkest parts of who you are and look around; truly experience you.
Maybe they won't understand you all at once, no one can. It would be like looking at a history book and attempting to know every word on every page. But you give them a special key, that key that you kept waiting for the right person, and you allow them constant access, whenever they please.
That's love.
It's so hard to find because so few seem worth giving that key to. So few are trusted enough that they won't frivel it away, and let it slip through their fingers, or screech and run at the sight of it. Maybe we're afraid they won't like what they see. Or maybe, just maybe, we're afraid WE won't like what they see. We won't like the questions they pose.
It's possible.
Yet, the best part about allowing someone in is they allow you to be okay with who you are.
They allow you to get up in the morning and as you brush the sleep from your eyes, and comb out that mess of a mop you have on your head, you smile.
You realize, maybe your not so bad. Your arms may not be huge, your stomach never perfect. You may not have sparking porcelean skin, but you're okay with you.
Because someone has said you can be.
Love is messy.
Love is tough.
Love may seem weak at times.
But love is beautiful."