It hurts

For so many years I kept my guard up not allowing anybody to get close to me. Then scared as heck I let it down little by little buying into that I was worth attention and affection from somebody else. That I was OK and could be liked for who I was. That I was a beautiful fun loving woman who actually could attract men. Getting more and more confident I kept telling myself that I wouldn’t get hurt, but I did. Of course. And it hurts. It hurts very much. What’s left is fond memories, a blog and trying to remember how to use adverbs correctly.