When you love someone who doesn’t love you back it sucks. But loving someone who can’t love you back is something else entirely.
Lately it’s all I’ve been thinking about. I actually put makeup on to go to the gym the other day just in case. I simply cannot get it out of my head.
Nothing gold can stay. If you are a divorcee, I’d wager it wasn’t all that “gold” to begin with. But there were moments, fleeting glimpses. There had to be. Growing up in a scattered home yields this lesson quickly.
Clutter accumulates in the spaces you ignore. It’s the physical sign of denial. Clutter is the knowledge that you’re going to die and leave all this mess behind.
I had never reached out to a male like this. But I was so drawn to his mind and his crotch that I couldn’t hold back. “If he says no I’m going to jump out this first storey window,” I thought.
I frequently wondered if he was having fun, if he was having a lot of fun, and if he was still having a lot of fun. Once I got over my worry about HIS fun-having and focused instead on MY fun-having, my-oh-my-oh-my did I quickly realize what I had been missing out on for years.