Overture

There's some part of me that likes to pretend that falling in love is purely accidental and of no conscious effort on my part; someone sticks their foot out and trips me to make me fall into it.

Enter the recent opportunity to reconnect with my dad and all that pretending is revealed for the complete farce it is. My heart unfolds like a flower welcoming the warmth of a spring rain. I want to be tender and open in spite of the fear and apprehension. I want to. Even with my dad.

Feels like I'm falling in love for the first time.