I am curious where the fine line exists between being a heart hardened cynic and free-lovingly naive. Or if a line even exits...certainly we are both to some extent since the world is various shades of grey.
I know I am not afraid to love but far more choosier than I had been in my sweet teenage years. Before I suffered from Romeo syndrom; in love with the idea of being in love. Now, it's all about the person. It appears cynism has done me well.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.

...I'd say even an untold comment can be agonizing. A wise woman that Maya Angelou, therefore I have taken her advice and replugged myself within the blogging community. New Year. New Blog.