Ever realized your mistake and done the Homer Simpson, "DOH!!!"
That's me right now. Egg all over my face. Years ago, I met a sincere and sweet guy, let's just call him G. G was anything a girlie librarian could ask. Sweet. Funny. Charming. Sexy. And on top of that he had a voice, ladies. The kind they'd charge $2.99 per mintue on one of those after hours commercials to hear. We talked everyday and were vibin'. Then it happened.
He said love. I said love. And I knew that I'd met love. The kind of love that doesn't give a shit about time or what's appropriate. The kind of love that begs to be addressed. Love that knows no boundaries. I was scared. Shitless to be exact...
Here it is. More than 3 years later and I'm wishing for just a brief rewind. One where I could just tell G that I want him and that I was afraid. One second to do shit right. To fly out and visit the brother when he asked. To stop waiting on him to leave and allow myself to give into the feeling I get in my chest when I think of our conversations.
Living without him was easy, it seemed. It's living with my mistakes. That's the hard part...
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