Do you have a favorite thing?

I can't always think in the presence of beauty. I was doing good being able to answer simple questions, and then he hit me with that one. It ended with a shot to my heart, the way it always does. Why it should hurt or I should be surprised is hard to say.
But I didn't answer the question well, and it bothers me. I started to, but I ended up bunny trailing as I often do in conversation. I am still new to sharing in words my heart to other people. The pen is much easier for me.
And why I hesitate, why I dodge this question is because these things that are my favorite are sacred to me. I don't want to share these secrets of who I am with someone not committed to my heart. So a few people know. But the rest? You?

I don't trust easy. I don't give many chances. I have little confidence that anyone will see the beauty and ugly of who I am and love me all the days of my life as their wife. Call it a scar or wound that hasn't healed yet. But I am trying. I just don't want to share these intimate things with another person through the revolving door of dating.

So that's my answer. I wish someone wanted to know all of me, someone good and kind. But if not, I still have my secrets. And they mean something to me.