Looking back at these pages reminds me of the little people called Swabeedoohs.
They exchanged warm soft fleeces freely till one day they got all precious about it .Suddenly,from that moment on, it was never certain whether their fleece was welcome, well deserved or appropriate. We can get caught up in similar mathematics in the matter of Love. Often fearing that our love will go unnoticed, be one-sided, or not be reciprocated.
I don't know the answers to this, what is love, what is romance. How much is ok, and how. But I do know when love comes, it best to address it, share it, find out more about what it really is, how it makes you feel, or behave and learn.
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