“Don’t worry and don’t force—just be open,” she answered. “We won’t always get it right, but that’s the point—in open, we are real , human, fallible and flawed, and still worth life and bonds of love. Share too much, if you desire to. If not, maybe we’ll wish we always had.
Just be open—discern and trust—and give as you feel called.”
She looked upon him then, on his open and his free, and she was not ashamed and admitted enjoyment in the sight.