So, I have to think of a new name for TheDruid. WHY?! Because of his wife. UGH.
He finally called me lastnight. And we talked. About me and him. And other things.
I wish I could have him. I love him much more deeply that anyone I could ever love. However, I can't be with him and he can't be with me. His damn mother almost ruined all that for us by blabbing in her public journal about a conversation me and her had about him and me. That was real damn smart, lady.
So, somehow, I'm in another "Guy" situation (you remember him, i'm sure. if not, go to my public journal and look around. i write about him alot) he wants me i want him. if it wasn't for his kid i'm sure we'd be together.
SO here I am. Again. In love with someone I can't have.
I feel so uncomplete.
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
4-30-11 = Best Day of My Life
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