(If you're reading this, it's not you. The person in question doesn't read here. Not that I know of. Doesn't even know this exists.)
I'm letting go. I may or may not decide to tell you that I'm doing so. I haven't worked out whether you're worth the effort of explaining. Can't really tell whether y . . . (More)
Sometimes one has to adjust one's expectations, so as not to be disappointed.
When our conversation was interrupted by a call he 'had to' take, he said he'd call me back.
I wasn't the least bit suprised when he didn't.
I just got off the phone. And, while I'm convinced that I should be happy to have heard from the person on the other end, somehow the call just depressed me.
Seems like we spend a lot of time saying "Lets get together soon." So far, it hasn't happened. No day or time has been set. Just occasional c . . . (More)
He asks me as we lay in the dark. Why love me? The implication is always that there is nothing special to him. No reason I should value him so highly. Sometimes he expresses that thought. Sometimes not. Sometimes he tells me that I shouldn't.
Always the answer is both simple and complex. Th . . . (More)
I have some things to say, but they're not solidified in my mind. If I start writing now, it will wander all over the place and not actually say anything. So I'm sitting here in silence, trying to settle on one topic. One point of choice. One idea that I want to convey.
While I sat here trying to f . . . (More)