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.