Of Chardonnay and Roses

I used to hate roses. I believe I even mentioned that fact. Do they ever listen? Then again, one's tastes can change....

Having had little exposure to the intricacies of romance, I am enthralled by the most recent introduction. It's entirely too easy to be drawn in by something (and someone) so attractive. One of those "the body overrides the mind" kind of things. It just sort of takes over completely without permission. What's worse is that I don't care that it has.

It would be so wonderful to be able to see into the future and save yourself from the negative consequences of letting go of your heart. But since that's impossible, the ride goes on with all it's twists and turns and the brakes off. All you can do is pray for the best of possibilities while you sacrifice a little more of your soul to an uncertain future.

It's like the tall building theory: You jump without looking down, without looking back. You just take the leap with your eyes closed and your mind screaming for a safety net and a soft landing and your heart loving every second of the fall.