I have a confession.
Sometimes I feel an incredible lightness by letting go.
This is not the confession.
I deny this feeling and this lightness, for fear it might mean I can finally float, and I stick to an illusion and claim it my reality.
This is the confession.
I find it unforgivable when I am denied this fear.
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"I've met another man. He's the best man I've ever met. He's bright, handsome and he's crazy about me. And, he's married. There's only one thing; he doesn't like my hat."
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