Go for the Bold

See... This is how B changed me. This morning I was so hesitant to put that jacket on. Ifelt like it was too much for someone like me. That I would look a joke in it. But that's him. That's how he sees it when he sees me as a part of him. I knew it would get me attention and it did-- big time-- in a really nice way.

I need to come back to myself and to satop being afraid of being seen. He's not here anymore, but I still am. Why is it so hard for me to hate him for what he's done to me? Where is the "off" switch on my heart?

(Don't forget today... Listening to Mary J.)