Something I wrote here (this old, old personal blog) 12 long summers ago:
"I love the beau for taking me as I am even if after 4 years I still don't understand why. Thank you, sweets, for making me feel awfully pretty, lucky, & special every single time, like a princess on a bad hair day. I just can't express how much." ♥
No wonder it didn't work. I couldn't receive love properly or completely, & I really didn't understand my first ex-fiance could love someone like me. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. I didn't trust him (or myself) enough. & when I thought I could finally do so, he let me down. But it's okay, it was also my fault why. But maybe it wasn't really meant to be. Even if I thought it really could've been. We were together (even despite all the odds) for 6 years.
Fast forward to today, now that I acknowledge my very own strengths & other yummy traits that come with my rather inconspicuous feminine sensuality, it's easier to why anyone would want to be with me, especially this new guy whom I've known for about 6 months now.
& I'm happy I don't really have to ever stress out for this kind of adoration, despite myself & all my "but I'm too macho!" excuses.
It's just all too funny how I'm actually ending up with all these Fire signs. I guess that's a good thing.
