So, it seems there is hope for me yet. It seems the campus slut didn’t stop me from expressing my love again. Sure, the next time I said, “I love you” to a man was by email, but the following declaration of love was written in a birthday card that I handed to my then boyfriend, Johnny. I was sitting there, face to face, expressing my love. I was terrified he wouldn’t reciprocate and he didn’t. But I didn’t die of shame. Now, little by little, my heart is opening. I’m releasing my fear of vulnerability. I am relinquishing the lessons I was taught inadvertently as a child about the L word. I know that one day I will shout, I love you!