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My dearest reader,
If you’ll let me be honest with you, then I must admit that I’m looking for love.
While I’ve sacrificed much to be becoming a professional writer, I also want a meaningful relationship. I haven’t had many partners. Its been too many years of solitude, too hard to find dignity in loneliness. I’m doing my best to more deeply consider my relationship to intimacy.
The last love I lost caught me like quicksand. By brown eyes and brown speech I knew he would stir something in me from first contact. The attraction was citational. And as the conversation kept on, my hopes for home in him would force me to move through what I had denied myself in the past…the right to name my feelings, to say my lovers peace, to touch my jealous insecurity with more care, with more boundaries. And then when my love, yet again, proved to be unrequited, I took a chance to communicate my anger and hurt, praying I’d find as much closure as I could.
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