The link I was missing was a mistaken premise. There was no interest. There was no warm bath of mutual admiration to relax into. It was all.. in my head. And letting go of that dream I'd built for a week or two... hurt.
So, sore-hearted, still alone, scratching at the edges of my solitude searching for signs of love, I march on, procrastinating every other part of my life. I need focus. I need to let go of my need. New job alone won't do it... maybe yoga. Or drugs.
I have opinions on things and I like to talk about them.
1 comment:
No interest? That unpossible!
Clearly there's some mistake ... or dude's blind ...
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