Sometimes.

Sometimes. Just sometimes, I allow myself to be a girl and wonder. And hope. And maybe consider. What it would be like to not have to worry about tuning the TV. Or going to bed with a cat that likes to pee on my sheets. Or having to get my own towel from the cupboard. It’s the little things I miss about sharing my life with someone, never the big things.

On nights like this, I wonder if I’ll ever be brave enough to share that part of me with anyone again.  I wonder if I met the right someone, would I chase him away?

What if I already have?

2 comments

  1. stalker says:

    You could not chase them away pumpkin pie!! you attract happy bubbly people so how would it be possible if they were the right one to have been chased away?? hmmmm???

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