Writing is Dangerous

For real. 

Use caution if you are starting a journal. You might read it one day. You might wonder if that was really you. It was. It is. 

I’ve been with my Valentine for a tad under two decades. As a little gift this year, I found some journal entries written about him over the years. I wanted to find more than I did but I had to stop. 

For my own sanity.

I’m a bit too much. I needed a break, from myself. That’s right. I’m too much, even for myself.

This Valentine of mine deserves epic poems and dream vacations.