Time in the Tony cocoon.

A few of you noted I didn’t mention whether I’d said yes to going away for a couple of nights with Tony.

Of course, I said yes. But maybe not for all the reasons you think. Yes, I knew I would have fun. But I wanted the opportunity to say the things I needed to say – and knew it would be likely I could find the right moment.

I learned something interesting and perhaps sad about my heart – at least as it comes to Tony: it is truly slightly frozen. Maybe because he’s been around in various forms in my life for over two years, and butterflies don’t last. Or maybe it’s because he caused me pain and it’s my reasonable self-protection and practical nature at play.

But regardless the reason, I haven’t lost myself in girlish hope of something with him. Continue reading