Tragedy Hurt/Comfort

Sometimes I open up to somebody, and I get hurt. But I don't know what hurts more, opening up and risking that, or shutting down, and risking nothing — that is, just not living.

I just heard today to "love until it hurts." I don't know what that means. I know it doesn't mean that if I'm Sam in Prowling Panther that loving Chris until she hurts is the deal. And I know I'm hurting, a lot, these days, sharing these stories, sharing myself, with you, my

dear readers. But am I truly loving?

I don't know, my dearies. And I don't know how up I am for any of this.

But I am trying. My best. Really, truly, honestly.

kisses, 'phfina