The Young and the Restless

New relationships are odd. There is so much tension, frustration, pheromones. You worry about what the other person thinks, feels, sees, smells, wants. You take your 14-piece Louis Vuitton set of emotional baggage into everything you and the other person do. It's terrifying but exhilarating all at the same time. You want so much for them to like you, do say that you are some how appealing. You want to shout out that you like them but there is an intense fear that the echo wont return. You want them to love you for your faults, even because of your faults. But it's a terrible flaw in our make-up because we expect them to love us regardless, yet we pick at them. We find their little imperfections and we pore salt and water in them to dissolve the edges until a small hole becomes a gigantic chasm that we fill with doubt and insecurity. I do this. I do this so much. In the words of the oh-so-famous Alice, "Curiouser and curiouser."