Many of us freely admit that we're afraid of getting hurt. Yet a love story only has two endings: boy loses girl or girl loses boy. By death or the death of feelings for one another, hurt and loss is inevitable. It's what's in between that counts.

Yet are we afraid of getting hurt, or are we afraid of allowing ourselves to be loved? I've survived hurt, and can do it again. It's the love that would throw me. I've been coveted, and desired but I don't think a man truly loved me, ever. THAT would be way out past my comfort zone.

But I want to be brave enough to be open to it.

How about you?