I’m terrified, as I try to rewire my approach to how I fall in love.
At times I want to pull him close, I want to completely wrap myself around him, I want to fall madly in love. I want to trust the innocent, romantic desire of my lovely rose-tinted heart. Other times I want to protect him, not from the lack of trust in him, but from the lack of trust in myself, protect him from the push away, the unsure and unclear parts of my heart.
The wisdom in me gently reminds me to slow down, and develop that healthy, balanced space that allows for encouraged, inspired, and cheered-on personal expansion, to be blissfully in love without letting the beautiful, yet, blinded, impulsion of the force and fear of love to take over. To trust in the kaleidoscope of change, and unfoldment of life in love.
“Sssshhhh”, whispers my heart, “water the garden of love with patience, warmth, nourishment, and the depth of who you’ve become. In this, I, your rose-tinted heart will flourish”.
Thru soulful eyes 