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, my mind plays out how my story will land with him. It’s then that hear the lyrics of this song by Peter Bjorn and John on the radio:</p><p id="b8cf"><i>“If I told you things I did before Told you how I used to be Would you go along with someone like me? If you knew my story word for word Had all of my history Would you go along with someone like me?”</i></p><p id="d8ba">It’s uncanny how the Universe knows exactly what I’m thinking. Although I’m no longer surprised when this happens, it still always makes me smile. I know I’m not alone — that the Universe hears and responds to my thoughts.</p><p id="29d9">As the singer finishes posing his questions, the reply comes back,</p><p id="9780"><i>“It doesn’t matter what we do Where we are going to We can stick around and see this night through”</i></p><p id="c82c">The Universe knows me and knows exactly what I’m hoping to hear.</p><p id="720f">What I know for sure is that we all have skeletons in our closets. Some of us may only have a rib cage. Others have graveyards full of bones in there. But what I’ve come to see is that it doesn't matter how many bones we have in our closets. What matters is how we’ve handled them.</p><p id="cda3"><i>Can we acknowledge them? Can we talk about them? How have they changed us? Have we learned from them? Have we used the bones to make us into better people?</i></p><p id="4b7b">The song continues with both voices joining in to sing these words:</p><p id="c5ef"><i>“And we don’t care about their own faults Talkin’ ‘bout our own style All we care ‘bout is talking Talking only me and you”</i></p><p id="e72f">Although I do believe we should care about our faults to an extent and certainly be able to talk about them, I don’t believe we should dwell on them. This is what I hope will happen in our conversation tonight.</p><p id="219c">The bones of my past might not be pretty, but they've made me who I am today,</p><p id="6317">And I believe I’m pretty okay.</p><p id="551f"><a href="undefined">Kasey Sparks</a>, © 2021</p> <figure id="a930"> <div> <div> <img class="ratio" src="http://placehold.it/16x9"> <iframe class="" src="https://cdn.em

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Would You Go Along with Someone Like Me?

Talkin’ ‘bout our bones

In the course of getting to know a potential partner, there comes a point in time where I feel the need to reveal a bit about my past. Underneath the clothes I show to the world, I wear the Scarlett A from my affair.

So before the dating train gets too far down the tracks, I ask the question.

Do you have any deal-breakers?

I’d like to hear what these are for someone early on because once my heart gets wound around someone, it can become painfully hard to unwind it.

And I know affairs can be hot-button issues. If they themselves or someone they love has been hurt by one, it may be hard to be with someone like me. Someone who’s done what I've done.

So right now I’m getting to know this guy. It seems like there’s potential. We seem compatible in many ways. As we were talking on the phone last night, I decided it was time to ask him the question.

Any deal-breakers for you?

Our list seemed to be similar and I decided not to dive into my past just yet.

Then I got this text from him in the morning.

“I’ve been thinking about your deal-breaker question and am wondering if there’s something more you want to share with me.”

Either this guy has an active imagination, or he can read me well already. I decide on the latter. From our conversations so far, he seems to be quite intuitive.

Since I’m about to leave for work and can’t talk at the moment, I reply that yes, there’s something I’d like to share, but I’d rather talk about it than text it.

We agree to a phone call this evening.

As I hop in the car, my mind plays out how my story will land with him. It’s then that hear the lyrics of this song by Peter Bjorn and John on the radio:

“If I told you things I did before Told you how I used to be Would you go along with someone like me? If you knew my story word for word Had all of my history Would you go along with someone like me?”

It’s uncanny how the Universe knows exactly what I’m thinking. Although I’m no longer surprised when this happens, it still always makes me smile. I know I’m not alone — that the Universe hears and responds to my thoughts.

As the singer finishes posing his questions, the reply comes back,

“It doesn’t matter what we do Where we are going to We can stick around and see this night through”

The Universe knows me and knows exactly what I’m hoping to hear.

What I know for sure is that we all have skeletons in our closets. Some of us may only have a rib cage. Others have graveyards full of bones in there. But what I’ve come to see is that it doesn't matter how many bones we have in our closets. What matters is how we’ve handled them.

Can we acknowledge them? Can we talk about them? How have they changed us? Have we learned from them? Have we used the bones to make us into better people?

The song continues with both voices joining in to sing these words:

“And we don’t care about their own faults Talkin’ ‘bout our own style All we care ‘bout is talking Talking only me and you”

Although I do believe we should care about our faults to an extent and certainly be able to talk about them, I don’t believe we should dwell on them. This is what I hope will happen in our conversation tonight.

The bones of my past might not be pretty, but they've made me who I am today,

And I believe I’m pretty okay.