I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Flawlessly Loved

I love to be loved for my imperfections.  The ones I so hard try to hide.  That love gives me permission to be flawed, to be me, not the one on stage, rather the one I really am; imperfect, mistake maker, irrational at times, absurd at others.
I love it when my apologies suffice, when acknowledging I was wrong is enough.  When my fears don’t scare, my slips are enjoyed and my insecurities accepted.

I love the chance to be who I am and to be loved because of it, flawed, imperfect, me.  No more and no less, just who I am.