The most embarrassing thing about this whole DATING GAME (because that’s pretty much what I discovered that it is), is that that’s just what it is. A game. It expires after so long. Like the date on a yogurt, a refrigerator shelf life on milk or shredded cheese or maybe …..
I don’t think I want or ask for too much, do I? The only person who’d be able to answer this question would be someone very, very close to me and right now I don’t think I’ve allowed anyone to become this close.
I’ve never felt this way before. Wanted, cared about, adored, desired, told I was beautiful, valued, worthy of someone’s time.
It’s unbelievable, but it’s real.
Barely Two Words 