It comes to mind, over and over again. Not continuosly, but it do pop up sometimes. So, what was it all about? I've been thinking about the risk of having the 'special someone'. Not soon, not today, not in the time being. But it will happen someday, God's will. Will I ever meet someone who's willing to accept me, my good and my bad? Would he appreciate the 'beauty' part of me? Would he accept my 'ugly side' and the skeletons in my closet? I have this fear..