Our neighbors had an Afghan hound they adopted from a shelter, a gorgeous dog, but it had some big problems. If someone surprised it coming around a corner, the dog threw itself on the ground and screamed! If a man raised his hand or his voice, the dog peed all over itself. It never got over these behaviors. Its people just had to learn to work around them and keep a mop handy.
There ought to be some way of identifying love that is safe. Some kind of scent, like roses, or maybe a secret word. It can’t be smiling. A lot of people smile just like the fox that ate the little gingerbread boy.
Real love is supposed to be organic, but there seem to an awful lot of rules people bring into that mix. And nothing hurts more than tripping over rules when you are trying to be honest and real with someone. If you have to be on guard all the time, eventually you become like that poor Afghan hound, neurotic and panicky.
Trusting that you can just be yourself, warts and all, and be okay is a huge step. It takes a special person to reach out with a rose in one hand and a mop in the other!
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