After requesting for it, I watched him attempt smoke rings because they’re my favourite. And for a fleeting moment, the love of my life didn’t register nary a blip.
This beautiful apparition did something to my well-worn heart plagued by the haziness of cheap merlot.
To the rest that are or were intending to entrust their hearts, I can’t handle and baby your feelings. Reciprocating seems like a ghastly option and yes, it’s panning out to be a one-sided affair. Because I’m too busy tending to my ailing heart and my plate’s full. and it also makes perfect sense.
And all your whims about how love is not to be shunned and should rightly be embraced with good faith is starting to make me think I’m not the only fool around. We are all circus freaks. Wearing our hearts on our sleeves.
Not to mention starting to grate on my nerves.
Honestly, if I had my way, you should all meet because I’ve gotten weary of playing the part of middleman - of complete acceptance of love and debilitating fear.
If we're lucky, someone might learn something.
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