I am not old, but I have made mistakes in love. Love is a dance of opening or not opening, and I have been foolish, at times, in choices of accessibility and exposure. I have, at times, been hasty, I have been greedy, I have been flippant and impartial. I have held too tightly, I have been clumsy with my grip. I have loved those who are not for me to love, I have said goodbye to good and noble men. I am not old, but I have made mistakes.