Friday, October 15, 2010

a bicycle built for two

is it possible to forget...
forget how to love?

sometimes I think I may have forgotten how to be vulnerable 
and take chances.  
sometimes I'm afraid I have forgotten how it feels to have a conversation that you never want to end, 
a moment that you can't turn away from.
sometimes I'm certain I don't know how to be selfless enough to be in a relationship, 
compassionate enough to listen 
patient enough to wait.  



and then sometimes, I think....
it MUST be like riding a bike.  

I hope it's like riding a bike,
 you never forget.  

I hope one day I will hop on and start peddling, knowing full well that there may be fear, and it may be shaky but if I just keep on peddling, it will straighten out and I can start coasting and enjoying the ride.  

1 comment:

  1. I know one day you will hop on and start peddling and I'll be on the sideline cheering at the top of my lungs! :)

    THAT will be a bike ride more exciting than the Tour de France!

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