Everyone is Human. Five dates later and he didn't call me back. He didn't send a text. Silence. You think when you get past a third date that there would be some sign of goodbye. Not an official goodbye, but a gesture.
I'm still waiting for my grand gesture. I cleaned the dirt underneath my toes, but still am shamed of my hands. Worn from lifting weights, handling hot trays -- life. In January, when the weather turns cold. So cold it can be hard to get out of bed. What's the point? I have to remember that without action you aren't going anywhere. Don't you hate bumper sticker slogans? I do. Especially when they might reveal a layer of truth.
Truth. I am happy.
Truth. I want more.
Truth.
It's the only drug worth taking.
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