Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:
Anyway, I was reading a recent issue of Glamour magazine last weekend -- something that has become one of my favorite weekend rituals -- and came across an article in which people describe their love milestone. The first time they kissed someone. The first time they moved in with someone. The first time they finally let someone go. Each story described a different stage in life, but the more I read, the more I began to see a theme emerge.
Every one of those stories and every single one of those life changes involved some level of vulnerability. Some required being extremely vulnerable, to fully put yourself out there -- metaphorically naked, if you will. Others simply required a little vulnerability to get the job done.
I often wonder if I'd have the courage to be this vulnerable, especially with you. Sure, I'm vulnerable every day on So About What I Said, and as you know, Sweetpea, I wouldn't have it any other way. It's something I've come to treasure; plus, there's no denying the cathartic outlet of writing a blog day in and day out for nearly five years. But typing away your feelings on a laptop isn't the same as sitting across from someone, looking them in the eyes, and telling your story -- whatever that story may be. I mean, you're *thisclose* to the other person in such an intimate setting and in such an intimate way. Being vulnerable in real life is sort of like live television. There's this sense of immediacy. You can't skip, rewind, go back or delete. Once the words leave your lips, you have to come to terms with the fact that they're not just yours anymore. Anything can happen. And honestly, that can be quite scary. Even terrifying.
And not to toot my own horn, but I am. But with you? Could I so easily and brazenly lay my soul at your feet? And what would you think? Would the awkwardness hang in the air as we both shuffle and shift in our seats? The hopeless romantic in me is dying to find out, but my unsure heart is fine with waiting a bit longer. After all, vulnerability takes time, doesn't it, Sweetpea? Until we meet... xoxo
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