Wondering
Posted on December 17th, 2009 in Romantic Entanglements
If there is an expiration date on every relationship.
If there inevitably comes that moment when your stuff and my stuff no longer fit together.
I won’t move. You won’t move. We can’t move together.
And like a child with my nose pressed up against the glass of a toy store, I watch in awe, the people who continue to move together, dancing with their partners, bending and shifting and I wonder what the secret is and if I will ever find it out.
Me too…
and {hugs}
(Which was on the first note but lost forever because I always forget the < and the reverse mean something techie.)
What you don’t want right now is to hear from someone who still hasn’t figured it out at 35.
So I’ll just keep my mouth shut.
Oh no what happened
hugs for you Lau, and happy holidays
ohhhh, Laura, shall we grieve together?