Musings
I hate admitting that I like someone. Mainly because the inevitable question is what I'll do next. My answer? Nothing. Because I wholeheartedly believe that men are incapable of finding me attractive. That I'm some sort of weird hybrid that... isn't worthy of that kind of love. It makes finding someone attractive that much more painful. I thought today, about a friend at the station, wow, he's got a great smile. And it hurt.
I think that's why I cry watching weddings on TV. Or watching "A Baby Story." I see something that I'll never have. Or I'll see something that I never had... like a father. I watched yesterday as a father was holding his daughter for the first time. He said, "I love you as deep as the ocean and as high as the sky." And I cried.
It hurt.
I think that's why I cry watching weddings on TV. Or watching "A Baby Story." I see something that I'll never have. Or I'll see something that I never had... like a father. I watched yesterday as a father was holding his daughter for the first time. He said, "I love you as deep as the ocean and as high as the sky." And I cried.
It hurt.