Sometimes I feel like IT hangs overhead like a storm cloud, that everyone can see it, and that it begs for an explanation.
But I'm to the place now where I can have fun, and realize that EVERYONE has a past. Whether they are embarrassed about having never been kissed or ashamed of some dark closet skeleton(s), frankly I'm done scaring the neighbors with mine.
I don't know about you but when I fell in love, the only time it was for keeps, we didn't really look back at what happened before we met. There was no where else to look but forward. Laugh, Live, have fun and enjoy what it is to be with someone on this crazy adventure.
NO one wants to sort someone else's dirty laundry. That is a total no win situation. I mean really, the path to my heart does not lie in a bed of sympathy and comfort over what happened before. That is not love. "I have a past." PERIOD FULL STOP END OF SENTENCE. That is really all there is.
In the end we all kind of want the same things, to be adored for what we cherish about ourselves, to be free with someone else, and to find someone to make utterly defenselessly helplessly uncontrollably ecstatically happy for as long as we both shall live.