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| I'm nice, right? Lol |
Last weekend, I stayed in and put puzzles together. One is the image you see above.
The other, my life.
Far too much has happened. I've lost friends. I've almost lost more friends. I gained friends. Found love. Lost it. Made choices and questioned them, but powered through & moved on. There was a possibility that xxxxxxxx would be the one. He was stable. He was sweet. He was grown --from what I knew. His only "downfall" was his being a father. At first, I questioned my ability to take on a man with such a responsibility, but when you care for someone, you set all their "flaws" aside, because you question if that flaw is really yours. You see, I'm hitting 24. I'm the only one of my close female friends --a number which continues to dwindle --who does not have a child. Bizarrely enough, the world has a great way of making it seem like it's a bad thing. So much so, I considered it with hi=m. He considered it, too, though. There were the talks New York City lovers have about moving to Jersey City to escape the scene and purchase a piece of the skyline from the other side. He murmured key words like "walk-in-clost" with stories of shelves for my shoes. Then I looked out of the window of my bedroom, to the cathedral on the 110's Horizon. I glanced into the open sliding doors of my closet. I surveyed the shoes boxes along the top & the exposed pairs lining the floor. I remembered I got all of that for myself. I realized I need more.
