Strength in vulnerability
Despite my best attempts to bury my heart slightly deeper, it remains on my sleeve; exposed and vulnerable. I fall in love completely innocently.
My friends tell me that there is strength in this vulnerability, in emotional honesty at all times and under all circumstances. It doesn’t always feel like that! I have no regrets, but I do have scars. I have learnt a lot.
When I give my heart away, to find it returned a few months later, my immediate reaction is to mope around in scruffy clothes. That doesn’t solve any problems.
So instead, I put on my finest dress and stride out into London, ready to face it all again.
Be that overdressed person and wear your head high. You may find it changes your mood just as much as the eventual receipt of a long-yearned-for text.