Only in my Dreams

I used to think that any man of mine had to live up to a list of my expectations. I was wrong. Love has no list.

I don’t owe people anything, and I don’t have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.

Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just… start.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like its the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open. But my hand has been clenched into a fist for… years now; its frozen shut.

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.

What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

I'm an honest man