Sometimes in life, you're just dealt a rough hand. You go through things that leave you feeling raw and broken in a way.
It makes you weary and cautious, perhaps even jaded and uncaring. Thankfully it has only made me weary and cautious.
I still have such a love and passion for life, I'm just careful with whom I let beyond the walls.
With whom I let see below the surface, to the deeper, darker, more fragile bits of myself.
It's lonely, so much more lonely than people realize.
However, in that loneliness, in this dance of one, I've found myself suddenly swept up by a dance partner who isnt afraid of the fragile bits. Who has taken my hand, held my gaze, and has not wavered.
He has joined me, and started to shine light on the shadows that my own fire can't touch.