gypsypoet

lies somewhere in the hills and fields, in the history and people of ireland, I need to be there, and experience what my ancestors did… find the part of me that is missing.

very much still a work in progress…

Eventually the time that has passed since my last heart break will be sufficient, and I will accept that bad relationships are just a catalyst for more hidden feelings, and once you find the resolve to deal with one thing, it opens up a flood gate of other issues that require thought of that scale as well. I am at a point where I have left my past where it belongs, and I have dealt with what needs dealing with.. now, I want to move forward, to share my life with someone who will, hopefully, understand me.

Saying those words scares me, along with the thought of really opening up my life and being under a critical scan of where I came from, and who I am. I guard myself, a protective measure against hurt that I know will come my way… perhaps that is part of the problem, I look and expect to be hurt instead of looking and hoping for love…

Someday I want to be able to lose the fear that holds me back, that prevents me from finding, and believing in “I love you” at all.