Recently, a friend started calling me “Berlin” in reference to me having a wall up specific to the conversation surrounding the topic of dating.
The wall is apparently so thick that I re-typed that sentence 4 times and now can’t think of a thing to write since I’ve purposefully sat down to do so.
Here’s the thing. I am dating a wonderful man. I want to share that with the world because he makes me smile. But, sharing means I become vulnerable. And being vulnerable sucks. And it’s scary. And it’s necessary.
I am afraid that I will get my heart smushed up into unfixable pieces. Then what?