There are bits if me opening up that have been closed my whole life. It’s scary, but somehow it feels like the path I need to walk. I am noticing people, letting them in. Tentative me. So many hurts before me. I am noticing things, but I am terribly nervous about this whole “Open” thing.
Why do I think so much about people I might never truly know for certain?
Will they see me as awkward? I am awkward. Awkward but sincere.