DC at night is quite lovely. A walk through the monuments at night with a sweet red head who stops to smell the roses and isn't afraid to put his arm around you, is also lovely.
I don't think I'm alone in being afraid to open up to new people. I sometimes feel sad that it gets scarier and scarier each time.
So for the time being, I'm going to enjoy the pauses to stop and smell the roses. (Truth be told, I just really like using that phrase, even if it doesn't quite make sense.)
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