Several months go by without a word. The only thing I miss is his hot
body & gorgeous looks.
Why am I never satisfied by the simple? As I look back on my dating history, I end up smiling and thinking about all the wonderful people I've dated. I've been so fortunate in my taste in people - all of them were good, honest, intelligent people with the brightest of futures and very little baggage - extremely great people to have a serious relationship with. But something was missing. Somewhere along the line the challenge was missing, the relationship got boring and I caved.
While I do love and care and even upon occasion commit, I bowed out of those wonderful relationships. It's completely my fault of course - I'm too interesting. My life reads too much like a novel, betimes a tragedy and other parts a comedy. The simple life escaped me long ago. And most people belong in the simple life. I've tried but the simple life has no place for me and I can only fit into my own world.
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