Today, this wonderful line by Erica Jong, The horses of the spirit are galloping, galloping. Have been wondering lately why I push things in relationship, am often the first to say the Love word, go galloping, galloping with sentiment and observations. I am romantic, honestly feel the words and want to say them. Still, I travel with a core and wildly illogical sense that if whoever it is and I reach a definition of ourselves, based on a declaration of love, I will be safe. She will not leave me. I am terrified of being left for a continent of reasons, divided into little countries, each with their own story.
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