I claim to want a boyfriend. Or later, perhaps, a husband.
And I do.
But while there haven’t been many likely boyfriend candidates in recent history, I still recognize in myself the deliberate distance I unintentionally create. It is clearly evident in my refusal to let someone in.
Today, I’m over at JustBeEnough thinking about how to dismantle those walls and let myself be loved.
Come on by, won’t you?