"I'm tainted", my inner soul screams, but this I cannot tell you.This is my chance my second chance to better it all."Hold me" my soul says, and you smile your smile and give in to it. I close my eyes and I can feel my soul flutter like in a soft breeze caressing your face, it is your love caressing my soul.Love is a blinding overwhelming thing, full of desire and excitement, happiness and beginnings.Love is love."Ilove you", my soul yearns to tell you, but I hold back for fear ofrejection. You speak those three little words and my soul lights up andcan be seen through my eyes like two beacons of everlasting brightness.Now my soul is bare for me to see, and I see the parts that are still broken and bruised, still not healed by time.I do not tell you these things for fear of losing you. These things scare me, I believed love heals all.There are some things I am starting to believe cannot heal. Hurts done over and over again, no time for healing, no time to understand why. The hurts grow over each other like weeds, never the ability to pull them out and get rid of them for too long. The weeds choke the beautiful flowers before their time has come to shine.So does the hurt choke my chance at real love and real peace.