It may seem a bit insensitive to be declaring my new love so openly. I realize it hasn’t been long since I made the break from that unhealthy relationship, and so publicly at that.
I can’t help it. You know how it is when you’re basking in the glow of newfound love. You just want the world to know.
You want to spend all your time together getting to know your new love, discovering all the little things that make him (or her)* special. All day you find your mind drifting to the next time you’ll be together, striking out to explore the world from a new perspective, or remembering the special moments from that last time.
You drift off to sleep at night thinking about how lucky you are and you can’t wait to get up in the morning to see him (or her)* again.
Truth be told, I’m old enough to have been around the block a time or two, so I’m still a little cautious, but optimistic. It’s not just my new love: I’m not sure of myself, either. Can I take proper care of him (or her)*? If I learn to do everything right, will I end up getting hurt anyway?
I mean, things look good, but looks can be deceiving. Before we go too far, I want to be sure there’s not a slow leak in that front tire.
I had to take that tire off to get him (or her)* home and the owner’s manual strongly cautions about making sure the tire is properly attached, which only makes sense.
The brakes seem just fine, but the streets around here are flat. I don’t want to be headed downhill, carried away with the thrill of new love, headed toward water or a major intersection, when I find out things aren’t what they seem.
I have a plan, though, which led to the serendipitous discovery in the next and final piece of the three-part series, “A Few Of My Favorite Things.”
*For lack of an appropriate singular gender-neutral pronoun other than “it.”