Raven-Haired-Angel

I'm in love with the thought of a love that I am not sure if I'm showing properly. Got it? I hope so because I am not always sure if I do.   Second guessing has become second nature to me.   Double-takes and redundancy.   I try and I try and I try, and he says it works, but always I feel like I fall short. I HAVE always been my own worst critic. I guess tomorrow I will have a chance to try again... and the day after that... and the day after that. I guess I'm doing something write if I keep getting another try at things. Right?

I'm feeling torn between being the person that I want to be and the person that I am.  Two years ago to the day, I knew.  I knew myself.  I had bruises, but I can honestly say I had no scars.  Now, I wear this permanent scar that influences how I walk, talk, act, think, love...   It's ugly but was born of something so beautiful.  Now, I'm afraid to embrace anything else so completely, not only for the fear of another scar on my heart but also for fear that the darkness may capture that beauty I love so much once again.