recent speculation

[pinktarty]

Leads me to believe that I miss you, but, really...only the idea of you. The idea of that well-dressed, intellectual equal, a partnership where we both shine. The talented couple, beautiful together, charismatic. That's what we were. But...I mean, we weren't, were we? You were too afraid of anything real and I was too afraid of you. Because some very very small part of me would be settling if I compromised that part of me that really DOESN'T like when arguments turn ugly.

So.

I'm looking for love.

But first, I'm looking for lust.

For a while.

Then love.

Forever.