In the moment, it is impossible to conceive that we will ever feel differently. At the moment, Red Sneakers is not any sort of grand exorcism, but I like him, and I think I am somewhat/finally over The Devil.
Everything happened as it should happen. After all the want: realization, heart break, and realizing that it really never would have really worked. It was time that I was in a relationship where I liked the fella more than he liked me. He was settling for me, interim girl, someone available and doting and good enough for now; as such the gander finds her goose, has a taste of her own medecine, etc. "The nearly right/and yet not quite/in love is wholly evil."
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