continued from My Heart, My Love . . .
Watching a woman face the truth can make you want to run or get real too.
One of the women at the table said that she wasn’t pretending any more either. Another one said that she would only want him for sex right now, so until she had a better reason, she would rather wait. The third woman said, ‘can I get some more cocktail sauce.’ And I took another bite of my fish and digested the sex answer, and mulled over what I wanted. I wanted to trust again and to be loved for real or not at all (at least as far as men are concerned). I said nothing. How real did I want to get with myself?
Long after lunch ended and we had stepped back out into the world where we have to carry our own music in our hearts, her questions lingered with me and required honest answers. I’m still pondering today which is one of the reason’s Johari’s Window came back to my mind. There are things that we need others in order to see in our selves. I now see more of my heart. And like that woman with all the questions, I want to be honest too. Do you?
-MizJAI-
