I'm not simple. Loving me will never be easy. I bring every travesty that has rocked me with me to the table. I won't pretend to be something I'm not, and I don't expect you to be blemish-free either. That's much too boring of an existence. A past means you have lived... you have prevailed. My ears are open. My heart is accepting. I want to know who you are and what made you. And I want to feel free to share the "not so pretty" parts of me... with you.