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If you don’t ask, the answer is always no.

I’ve always preferred the personal daydream of a maybe to the unhappiness of a solid no.
Complacency has its place, especially in a life where things have honestly been worse. Still… tip-toeing around non-completed dreams in tenuous stilettos doesn’t compare to easy bare-footed dancing on navy polished toenails. It’s like looking down to see the midnight sky – my favorite shade of blue. It’s the opposite of what you might expect me to do.

I like it when people question me. It makes me think about myself in different terms. It provides us both with factual informational answers; the kinds that go a long way toward defining me in no uncertain terms and alleviating misjudgments and rumors. The only way to ensure an accurate answer is to query the source.

There are however, questions I am holding onto. Tight in my fisted palm, seeping through my skin, pulsing through my veins, they over-crowd my sensitive heart. I only amuse myself with the illusion of their privacy. Even our unspoken questions are heard, held safe in HIS hands, until we are ready to let them go. Until we believe the answers will be the right ones, and stop being afraid that they may not be ones we want to hear, we cannot move forward. And neither can I.