I’ve been hurt — very badly — by someone I’ve loved. You’ve been hurt, too.
And since we know how badly broken trust feels, why is it that we choose to love again? Why do we choose to trust someone again? Once we’ve lived long enough to know what hurt feels like — and to know that someone else might very well leave us hurting once again — why do we trust?
I’ve been asking myself this question tonight. I don’t really like the answers I’m coming up with — but I don’t know another way to live.

Photo assignment in dimly lit gym kickstarted my love for basketball
Is anyone surprised at gridlock of congressional ‘super committee’?
We project an image for others, but few see us as we really are
Nightmarish dreams mean dead can continue to play mind games
Deep-seated shame makes it hard for me to take my needs seriously
Sounds of old music awakened repressed feelings from my past
Would you have been on a ship? Or back home complaining?
Self-disclosure of flaws is how I stop myself from deceiving you