I’m dreaming about the next time I see you. Of our eyes locking, our fingers brushing, of the moment when we realize that we feel the same way about each other, and that this is something worth pursuing. Or am I crazy? Did you feel it too?
Scary, at first, but once the floodgates were open, the POWER this revelation brought surged through me. This was me, my truth, my humble heart: "I'm not over you."
“M” was a man that checked every box. By all intents and purposes, “M” was perfect for me. So why weren't we a match?
Unrequited love belongs in fiction, not in my life. The person who wants back in... will actually try to get back in.