Over all of my life, I have been consistent. All I have ever wanted to do is love. There are those times I feel I am finding some understanding of how I can best do that, and there are other times when the world is just so confusing that I question all that I thought I had learned. There are times when I have hope that those I love most understand me, and will allow me to love them, even with my own awkward, sometimes perhaps overbearing, but very me kind of love, but then there are other times as I find that hope hard to come by as I watch too many people pushing me away from them. But through all of those times there is NEVER a time that I want to do anything but give and share love.