I really want to write about love. But alas, I don't think I can. It has been a long time since I have whispered those three little words and I often wonder if my chances on love have just run out or I purposely put myself in a position not to be loved. It is sad really. But I do remember how large the heart feels and warm the body can be with arms of my love wrapped around me as we fall asleep. I miss playing footsies from the opposite end of the couch, or those little smiles when you catch each other looking......a message is passed in that moment with no words. I do believe that as love grows so does this form of communication. I think the soul grows to be very rich from loving and being loved.
A girl wading through the world with eyes wide open.
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Miss Lisa,
The unfortunate thing about love is that it has a habit of catching you napping. Of sneaking up on you unawares. Of choosing the exact, precise moment that you decide you're happy being single, that you're complete in and of yourself and that you don't need anyone else (apart from a wonderpuppy) to make your life complete.
It is at this moment, Miss Lisa, after you have done several months of work on yourself, your self esteem and your self image, that people begin to THROW themselves at you. Physically, in some cases, so it could be worth your while to get some kind of padding or at least wear a catcher's mask to ward off stray smooches.
Having said that, wearing a catcher's mask all the time could backfire. Scratch that idea.
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