Unsettling Trends
I know a girl who's married, and she's afraid she may be falling in love with this boy she's been flirting with.
that's the story, only Spring is just beginning and there's snow on the ground, and it seems to be the same everywhere.
My father is quite content with his girl, who would be walking away from a seriously long term (not to mention seriously unloving) relationship for him.
My good friend is bravely embarking on new love only to get that dreaded call from his ex where she opens all the old wounds and forces him to ask and answer "what if" questions all by himself. And it wouldn't hurt so bad except.. maybe he loves this new girl, but he's definately in love with the old girl. He'll love her with the strength of a million suns until the end of time.
I have been known to fall in love all over the place. Not this time, not this week. I am still reeling from my most recent attempt to open myself up to someone else. I try so hard to hide it, but apparently not very well. My co-worker Raquel says its painted all over my face how bad she hurt me. And even if I wasn't going to cry about it... that makes me want to cry about it. Which makes me feel like a pussy.
And maybe the monday after next I'll meet up with this Melissa from Toledo, and we'll have coffee. And during that cup of coffee she'll decide whether or not its worth it to try to lure me away from the relationship I'm in. Boy will she be suprised when I'm just a person, inert.
I want to give in to love, I want to be submerged in its warm soft embrace and feel it cloud my judgement like hard drugs. I guess I'll have to wait and see if there's a love out there that isn't so delicate, or selfish, or something. Maybe we should all be alone and love each other from a distance.
that's the story, only Spring is just beginning and there's snow on the ground, and it seems to be the same everywhere.
My father is quite content with his girl, who would be walking away from a seriously long term (not to mention seriously unloving) relationship for him.
My good friend is bravely embarking on new love only to get that dreaded call from his ex where she opens all the old wounds and forces him to ask and answer "what if" questions all by himself. And it wouldn't hurt so bad except.. maybe he loves this new girl, but he's definately in love with the old girl. He'll love her with the strength of a million suns until the end of time.
I have been known to fall in love all over the place. Not this time, not this week. I am still reeling from my most recent attempt to open myself up to someone else. I try so hard to hide it, but apparently not very well. My co-worker Raquel says its painted all over my face how bad she hurt me. And even if I wasn't going to cry about it... that makes me want to cry about it. Which makes me feel like a pussy.
And maybe the monday after next I'll meet up with this Melissa from Toledo, and we'll have coffee. And during that cup of coffee she'll decide whether or not its worth it to try to lure me away from the relationship I'm in. Boy will she be suprised when I'm just a person, inert.
I want to give in to love, I want to be submerged in its warm soft embrace and feel it cloud my judgement like hard drugs. I guess I'll have to wait and see if there's a love out there that isn't so delicate, or selfish, or something. Maybe we should all be alone and love each other from a distance.