Learning to love

Is this what it was all about?

For years I wrote and I dreampt and I dreampt of writing some more. I had more of a love affair with writing of love than I had actually been given with that 3 year relationship that taught me everything. Everyone knew by the look in my eye that I was in love with him. And everyone knew who he was and how little he had to offer. Everyone knew I was waiting and alone, that I cried over a song on the radio or a sunset that reminded me of his eyes, daily. Everyone knew but him. And it was with him that I discovered a need to write and through him that I found the courage to share some of it. It was becuase of him that I discovered that tiny unguarded corner of my heart that had not been overgrown with the hard shell of fear and bitterness and I began to nurture it. It was because of him that I learned to love and became so willing to do it, that I can recognize it today, where I find myself in a relationship that contains TWO people for a change.

Creativity is the willingness to express emotion and the ability to explore it without perfection.