It never ceases to amaze me how quickly you dissapear.
You're all over me when I'm witty, kicking some man ass or punching some guy in the gut...
What are you so afraid of? My sadness?
Don't be scared.
Hello? Are you there?
Bachelor number two (2) is already in the wings. I won't be deliriously happy...but I'll be safe. Safer.
He's not as dashing as our friend, The King. He is, however, more sincere. The right guy is always the one you least suspect, don't notice at first...but he stays...there is not a thing you can do to dissuade him.
He's a brilliant artist, kind and compassionate and...slightly crazy. I understand crazy. I understand HIM. Weird. He's all fire and passion. Yet, there are moments when is kinder to me then anyone I've ever known.
Train wreck alert.
I need a break from heartache. It's depleting. It made me say something I have not uttered in years...I said, "Dad, help me".
He didn't respond. Dead people are like that.
They never speak up.