I am willing to allow someone new into my future.
What is far, far more
is being willing to allow this someone into my past, too.
My future is a clean slate,
waiting to be written on.
My past is a failing essay,
covered with erasures, cross-outs, errors, red ink corrections
and filled with illogical mistakes and shameful language.
To let him into my future was scary but I did it,
because I have hope in spite of my fear.
To let him into my past
took all the courage I have.
And it means being more naked
than I have ever, ever been.