My enlightened side beams at the prospect. My nostalgic, more romantic side is calling me closer. A whisper in my ear: I have some pearls for you my love, you must put your feelings first.
Then that all too logical, cold wind blows in to tell me to grow up, love myself so much that I don’t need anyone else. And this is why at 1 in the morning you’ll find me lying on the floor. Distracting myself with this and that. Fighting off moments of pure frustration, anger, fighting off tears then succumbing to them. I surrender.
