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Hmmm. Maybe I'm done with my grand love affairs. I'm over the passion, because passion ends badly with me. I used to turn down perfectly good guys because I felt no passion, no connection. But with those who I had chemsistry, no stability or support was there for me.
Maybe my heart has just been scared too many times. Scars heal, and scars harden. I'm just tired of searching. Trying on and taking off. I can only love so many times before my heart is empty.
Maybe I need to recharge.
A friend of mine (and ex boyfrined) offered me the opportunity to move to texas with him and open up a comic book shop. That has long been a fantasy of mine and it's one thing that I'd know we'd make an excellent team with. I loved him then, and I love him still. He has always been there for me, but the passion fizzled. Actually, to be honest, my passions increased.... for other people, as I went through my college "experiments." For a year, you couldn't pin me down with anyone...and then she came along which started this string of heartache. A part of me always wondered what would have happened, had I been a stronger person. Would I have settled down? Would I have children?
The answer to both of these questions is "probably."
I'm restless, and looking for something to change it all up. Moving to Texas and starting again is just that.
Ah listlessness, my oldest friend. Lets see what I do next (for not even I know!)
Maybe my heart has just been scared too many times. Scars heal, and scars harden. I'm just tired of searching. Trying on and taking off. I can only love so many times before my heart is empty.
Maybe I need to recharge.
A friend of mine (and ex boyfrined) offered me the opportunity to move to texas with him and open up a comic book shop. That has long been a fantasy of mine and it's one thing that I'd know we'd make an excellent team with. I loved him then, and I love him still. He has always been there for me, but the passion fizzled. Actually, to be honest, my passions increased.... for other people, as I went through my college "experiments." For a year, you couldn't pin me down with anyone...and then she came along which started this string of heartache. A part of me always wondered what would have happened, had I been a stronger person. Would I have settled down? Would I have children?
The answer to both of these questions is "probably."
I'm restless, and looking for something to change it all up. Moving to Texas and starting again is just that.
Ah listlessness, my oldest friend. Lets see what I do next (for not even I know!)