Husband and I went for a walk today, as we always do. And I told him about how I’d shared our ‘love story’ with a fellow Buddhism practitioner in my neighbourhood, a single woman in her late 30s who is seeking love and is yet fiercely possessive of her freedom.
My candour and openness in narrating my romantic history — which is unconventional and could even be seen as scandalous by certain standards — left her deeply moved and impressed. She declared her love for me loudly even after we said goodbye and as she went down the stairs, leaving my elderly neighbour smiling curiously.
Husband wasn’t too happy to hear this, though. “Why are you always so open about everything? I like my secrets being secrets. Why must everyone know everything about me?” he complained.
“Because you’re married to someone like me,” I said.
“Chatterbox,” he grumbled.
“An open book,” I corrected.
Then I came home from our walk and got this quote in my inbox:
“The moment that you feel, just possibly, you are walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind, and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself… that is the moment you might be starting to get it right.” ~ Neil Gaiman
Thanks for the affirmation, God.