This picture doesn’t describe how I’m feeling. Behind this face, this exuberance and life, is also someone who wears her heart on her sleeves. I cannot pretend an emotion I am not. I cannot conceal a sadness, a longing or reserve my passions. Vulnerability has taught me much. I am beginning to learn that in this world, not everyone’s intentions are clear, not everyone will show their true feelings because humans are masked by varying layers of complexities. How do we then meet in the middle? Is it possible that we stripped off our layers and meet each other in honesty? Or perhaps a heart is not meant to be worn on sleeves.