Listen

Fear is a bitch. Fear of the unkown. Fear of people's capabilities to hurt you. Fear of being judged. Fear of losing control. Fear of loving and hurting.

I want to believe, desperately. I need to know that exceptions exist, that he does truly want me, that he's for real.

I've always had this problem, people perceive the exact opposite of who I am. There's something disturbing in his eyes, a glimmer of cunning, of certainty, of control. I wonder, does he see the same in mine?

He called me while he was playing the piano, so I could listen to his emotions as expressed thru the keys. I was stunned for a moment as a wave of intensity went through my earphones. If his music is as honest as his words, then I have nothing to fear.