“I don’t think you’ll ever love me” she said.
And you know what? She was right.
I wouldn’t love her – at least not in the way she wanted now, if ever. I'm seeing a similar pattern emerging from my quasi-relationships; the inability to move emotionally forward past a certain, specific point.
It’s beginning to look like Cupid might need something heavier than mere arrows for this one.
Don't say i didn't warn you...
"En Garde!"
(Def: en garde (äN gärd') interj. Used to warn a fencer to assume the defensive position preparatory to a match.)
Thursday, August 20, 2009
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