“To love at all is to be vulnerable.”
- C.S. Lewis
There was this moment, though. This moment where I think I already knew, but I had to make sure. And he was walking out the door, and I was suddenly calling, "Wait!" without even knowing how or why I was saying it. He turned around, and right then I was vulnerable beyond vulnerable. I can count on one hand the other times in my life where I have acted with such abandon.
And it felt great. I can't say I was happy in that moment because I had dreams and expectations of my own sliding down the drain, but that moment of raw emotion was good for me. Vulnerability is hard but it has a way of offering satisfaction. You did all you could do; you put literally everything out there. If it didn't work out after that, it didn't need to.
[2014 edit: Glad that didn't work out. Glad I had the experience, yes. But more glad to be where I'm at.]
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